He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

This was the thing Christian had done that I found hardest to forgive — harder, even, than Sabrina, harder than the wedding.

He had taken my own mind and my own body and turned them into evidence against me.

He had made me doubt myself for a year, made me wonder if I was breaking, and the whole time he had been the one carefully writing the story of my breaking, so that when he finally set me aside, the world — and very nearly I myself — would believe I had simply come apart on my own.

There is no bruise for that.