Damon's POV
Sasha sauntered into her parents' living room twenty minutes later, exuding confidence in a purple mini dress that left little to the imagination. Her heavy makeup couldn't hide the flush on her face, and the scent of alcohol and cigarettes trailed behind her as she moved.
"Well, look who remembered my existence," she chirped with artificial excitement as I rose from my seat. "My darling husband has graced me with his presence."
"I'm not your husband anymore, Sasha. I was once, just like I was the fool who believed in you. You played me for an idiot—lying, deceiving, and cheating at every turn. I just need to know why. Why did you give me your absolute worst when I consistently gave you my best?" The words left a bitter taste in my mouth. Though she meant nothing to me now, she had been a significant part of my life.
