But when I opened my chat history with Miles, the words died in my throat.
The screen was filled with messages—all from me. His replies were always the same few words:
"Busy." "Mm." "Okay."
Not a single "babe." Not even one message that showed he cared.
I stood there holding my phone, cold seeping through my entire body. My hand went still.
The officer glanced at the screen. The corner of his mouth twitched into something that wasn't quite a smile.
"This constitutes disturbing the peace. You'll have to compensate them for the damaged property. If the circumstances are serious enough, you could also face detention."
Stacy jumped in immediately.
"Officer, please lock this crazy woman up! She just hit my boyfriend—she's completely out of control!"
The officer turned to Miles, waiting for his response.
Miles frowned. He was silent for a few seconds, then hesitated.
"Detention isn't necessary. Just have her pay for what she broke."
He paused, his gaze falling on the shattered pieces scattered across the floor.
"That mug... it was my girlfriend's favorite."
In that moment, something inside me went numb.