"Why's it so hard for you to apologize? You know, if you could just make me happy in bed, I'd fix this whole mess for you," Trevor said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I'd even dump Emma if you asked. But let's face it, Rachel. You never knew how to be a good lover," he persisted.
Rachel's stomach turned as she listened to him. Trevor had never cared about her, never truly loved her. All he ever wanted was control—he could insult her, manipulate her, and dress it up as love. But Rachel knew better. This wasn't love. It was pure selfishness.
Her chest rose and fell with the sharp, erratic breaths of fury. 'If I have to listen to one more word from him, I swear I'm going to puke,' she thought, bile rising in her throat.
"Because you're a total asshole," Rachel spat, her voice full of
