I want to come clean about the real reason we broke up. I cheated on you. I’m telling you this now, not to clear my conscience, but to see the look on your face. I want to know if you’ll react like a man. If it’s gonna destroy you. If you’ll beg me to stay or if you’ll throw me out. Either way, I’m not apologizing. Why should I apologize for something that felt so good? I detail exactly how it started, how little I cared about you as I leaned in to kiss him. It was already too late for you. I already found you so underwhelming. So uninspiring and emasculated. It’s gonna take you years to get over the damage I’ve done to you. That amuses me. You’ll still be so hung up on me, even after I break your heart into tiny pieces like this. It just shows the kind of power I have over you.
