I looked at him, unable to hold back any longer, and slapped him across the face.
Stacy stumbled back a step, pulling out her phone and pointing it at me, her voice trembling with tears.
"Marilyn, I'm calling the police! How could you hit someone?"
"Miles, are you okay? The police will be here soon—they'll get this crazy woman out of here."
We stayed locked in that standoff until the police arrived.
The officer in charge surveyed the wreckage I'd made of the apartment, then looked at the three of us.
"What's going on here?"
I wrenched my arm free from Miles's grip. My voice shook, but I forced the words out.
"I'm his girlfriend. We've been in a long-distance relationship for four years. He cheated on me."
Before I could say anything else, Stacy's voice cut in.
"She's lying. She's just an old classmate of Miles's. She showed up out of nowhere and started causing trouble—she's the one who smashed all our things."
The officer raised an eyebrow and turned to me, his tone flat.
"If you're just an old classmate, you'll need to compensate them for everything you damaged."
"We are a couple! I have proof!"
I fumbled for my phone, desperate to explain.