“Yes, I am,” I a dit calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I a dit it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I l’amour him,” I said.
    “I thought toi loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander plus than her.
    “Why don’t toi l’amour me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married toi only because the baby,” I said. “Then I stayed with you, because I thought toi would get your dad to tell the psychiatric board I wasn’t ready for the job.”
    “Wait…What baby?” Grey asked her brow furrowed.
    “The baby…You got pregnant the night toi raped me. toi had a miscarriage, remember?” she had to remember, right? Maybe she had repressed it, but it wasn’t like her to repress things. That was plus my style.
    “Oh my God,” Grey laughed, and shook her head. “You really fell for that?”
    “Fell for what?”
    “I lied to you. I was never pregnant. I told toi a lie, and I knew toi would marry me. toi would never let a child suffer,” a dit Grey. Something inside me broke. It was one thing to lie, but it was another thing to lie about a child.
    “How dare you…You’re such a bitch, a selfish, hateful bitch,” I spat. I tried organizing words in my mind. It wasn’t working.
    “I didn’t know any other way,” she a dit coolly.
    “Why did toi want me anyway? Was it not obvious enough that I was gay? You’ve kept me in misery for years,” I said.
    “I wanted you, because toi were sexy. We would be all the rage, and I wanted that. I knew toi were gay, but I thought I could turn you…I was wrong,” she a dit her head down.
    “Yes, toi were wrong; because of toi I have been stressed. All I’ve wanted was Alexander, but no, I couldn’t have him. I was with you, and toi kept me on such a tight leash Grey,” I said, furious. “I was ready to commit suicide, and it was all your fault.”
    “Damien, I’m sorry,” Grey said, but it was not sincere.
    “No toi aren’t,” I walked up the stairs she trailed behind me.
    “Damn it Damien, you’re such a bastard! How do toi know what I feel? Why do toi do blame me? It’s your own fault! I never a dit that toi couldn’t leave me,” she said.
    “You implied it. The way toi would talk about me, how toi treated me. I am your toy! That’s it, and if I would’ve left, my career would be over,” I said. Grey had a look on her face, she knew I was right.
    “Leave, now,” she a dit sternly.
    “I will,” I took my suitcase out of the closet and walked out of the house. I was furious I had to calm down. I would never go back…Never…