woke to the sound of him getting dressed, his movements sharp and irritated in the pre-dawn darkness. The weak morning light caught the diamond on my finger, throwing mocking little rainbows across the ceiling.

“About yesterday,” I began, my voice thick with sleep and dread.

“What about it?” He didn’t look at me, just kept scrolling through his phone while buttoning his shirt.

“You humiliated me. In front of everyone.”

“I told the truth.” His thumb moved across the screen in aggressive swipes. “You have been unbearable.”