He laughed — but it wasn’t confident. It was thin. Forced.
He stepped closer again, but this time I didn’t step back. I didn’t tremble. I didn’t rush to smooth things over.
Instead, I calmly pulled my phone from my pocket and placed it on the table between us.
The screen was already recording.
His eyes dropped to it.
And that’s when the balance shifted.
“You’re not as untouchable as you think,” I said quietly.
For the first time, he hesitated.
Abusers thrive in shadows. In silence. In the certainty that no one will believe the person they hurt.
But tonight, there was light.
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