I messed up. Just… give me a chance.”
I told him this was his last chance: treat me like an equal, or we’re over. As we sat down to talk that night, I could see the fear and shame in his eyes.
He knew he’d pushed too far. Maybe we could rebuild—but only on my terms this time. And the wig?
I’m definitely keeping it. Sometimes, a little drama is exactly what it takes to break the illusion—and take back control.
