She clasps her hands together, making her gold Cartier bracelets jangle against her deep brown skin. “What made you stay with Oliver for so long?” Her never-ending patience is put to the test as I sit and think. I’ve been asked this question before, but at the time, my view on life was tainted by bitterness, self-loathing, and a thick cloud of depression. “Things were good for a long time.” Which made the loss that much harder. Her tiny nod gives me courage. It takes me another sixty seconds to come up with five words. “He made me feel special.” He never deserved you. Oliver pulled me into a
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