Contempt laced his words. His arrogance was staggering. He truly believed I was so desperate for his love that I would endure anything. My heart ached, but his next words sealed my decision.
"Besides," he added a smug smile on his face, "think about your mother's health. Didn't you say, her dying wish was to see you marry me?"
Travis, confident in my past devotion, couldn't believe I would leave him, even now that he dangled my dream of marriage before me.
Before I could retort, Solana chimed in. "Travis, I told you she was lying. If her mother were really dying, she wouldn't act like this. Don't be deceived."
I couldn't bear it any longer. "Shut up! You have no right to speak about my mother!"
The way he tried to manipulate me, even now, was sickening. I stared daggers at them, wishing it could hurt them like it hurt me.
Travis scoffed, crossing his arms. “You're just talking out of anger. I know you won’t leave. You can’t. You’ve never been able to stand on your own.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "No matter what you say, it won't change my mind. I'm tired Travis. Just let me go."
"Shut it!" he snarled.