The Man Who Loved My Madness Finally Left Me

The eighth time I caught him cheating, Ethan didn't say a word. He calmly grabbed a bottle of concentrated bleach and poured it directly over his crotch.

"Is this enough?"

His face was deathly pale. He looked at me through the mess on the floor as if he were looking at a psycho.

This was the first time in his life Ethan had ever shown weakness to me.

I stood frozen, clutching a sharp piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost.

After all, during our worst fight, I had strapped a bomb to myself and his little mistress, forcing him to choose between us.