I thought it was selfless love, but in his eyes, it was a heavy burden.
What right did he have to guilt-trip me? To look down on me like that, as if he was somehow better? He made me feel like a burden, yet back when he was in trouble, he was the one holding us both back.
Ford's face turned stormy as he opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
I continued, "And your family, you knew how they humiliated me, but you pretended not to see, using my scar to show off your 'nobility' for keeping your word. Ford, you are the most selfish person. You despise me but are reluctant to let go, and you have a mistress outside. Who do you think you are? A king? Do you think I should be grateful to you no matter how much you humiliate me?"
The frustration I'd buried for so long was finally
