All her expenses were covered by me. Even after she gained followers, I still paid for her filming costs, while she wasted her earnings freely.
I was willing to spend money on the woman I loved—everyone makes that choice willingly. But betrayal? That was different.
Emily faltered. “Michael, why are you yelling? You’re scaring me.”
The neighbors joined in.
“Michael, you looked decent enough before, but now you’re violent.”
“Look at that twisted face—are you going to hit someone?”
“Emily, don’t be afraid. Whatever wrongs you’ve suffered, tell us. We’ll stand by you. We’ll testify.”
Emily let out a smug little laugh, thinking she had already won.
“Michael, apologize. If your attitude is sincere, maybe I’ll forgive you.”
I sneered. “Thanks so much!”
Emily really thought she was something. But once I knew she had another man, all I felt was disgust. My years of devotion had gone to waste.
Just looking at her face now made me sick.
Hearing my words, Emily was shocked. She couldn’t understand why I spoke with such sarcasm.
In the past, whenever she stirred up trouble, I always apologized immediately, humble to the point of groveling.