“He never wanted me,” I croak. “I was used, again.” My voice cracks, and I wince at how pathetic I sound, but I’m unable to stop the words cascading off my tongue. “I’m not worth anything to anyone. Just a means to an end—or f-for fucking re-revenge.” I’m unhinged with hiccups and sobs fueled solely by unrequited love. “Oh-oh, God. Fuck, I lo-love him.”
