“We’re done,” I said calmly. He blinked, baffled. “What?
Why?”
“Because the only thing you’ve invested in is a script. And I’m not interested in starring in it anymore.”
I picked up my bag and walked out into the sunlight—hurt, yes… but freer than I’d felt in years. Sometimes the truth doesn’t break you.
It sets you free. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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