Healing A Broken Heart

Tyler spewed vulgarities continuously like a madman. He no longer looked like the gentle and elegant man he usually was.

"That's enough, Tyler. Weren't you the one who permitted this denigrating behavior of theirs?"

Tyler stopped because of what I said.

"I heard what you people talked about from outside the room, and I didn't want to come in here."

I took a deep breath. As I held my tears back, I continued in a shaky voice, "Even so, I wanted to clarify what was going on."

Tyler knew what I was about to ask.

There was a long, long silence.

Tyler stood up and straightened his suit. Then, he wiped the blood off of his fist.

Looking at me with his eyes narrowed, he said, "I don't know anything about the video. I've never recorded anything."

He sounded like he was explaining himself, but he said so with such an arrogant and prideful tone. It was as if his explanation was a gift bestowed on me by the heavens.

"About our relationship, it is what it is. If you're sick of it, you may leave any time. After all, you've been with me for nine years. Even a do—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I marched forward, picked up the wine glass from the table, and splashed its contents on him.

I sneered. "Here's the glass I'm raising to you, as well as to myself who was once blind."

A shocked silence filled the room.

Tyler had a gloomy expression as he felt the alcohol trickle down his face. His jaw was tightly clenched.

I flung the wine glass to the floor. A piece of shattered glass bounced up and cut my calf, leaving stains of blood on the carpet.

Disregarding the shock in everyone else's eyes, I left the private room without turning back.

Someone in the private room said, "Ty, it looks like you've really spoiled her. None of your exes would've dared to splash wine on your face."

Tyler scoffed. "I've got to loosen the reins when it's too tight. She has to make a fuss like this a few times a year. It's really annoying, but she will come back to me in a few days."