He Mocked Me at My 30th Birthday — But I Had House Keys in My Pocket and a Secret He’d Buried for Years

light is on. It’s always on now.

“Do you regret it?” Nathan asks. “Telling everyone at the party?”

I think about it. Really think.

“I regret that it had to happen in public,” I say. “But he made it public first. Every single time.”

Nathan nods. That’s enough for him.

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