He Watched Me Burn

Summary

Five years of keeping our relationship a secret, and it all came down to my left foot stepping across the threshold first.

Jackie had shut down again. He slammed the door in my face, leaving me standing in the driveway, breathing in the acrid scent of his Porsche’s exhaust fumes.

I let out a tired sigh, pulled out my phone, and added a new entry to my Notes app: [Never step out with the left foot first.

A notification flashed at the top of the screen: [Notes storage limit reached. I scrolled down. It was an endless, suffocating wall of text—thousands of entries, all of them Jackie’s "rules.