The Man I Made

Summary

I spent three years building Leo Vaughn.

I was there when he was a nobody, a brilliant ghost haunting the fringes of the design world. I was there, by his side, all the way to the top, to the deafening roar of his success. We had a plan. A pact. Seven years together, and then a ring, a wedding, a lifetime.

But on the eve of that seventh year, all I got was his contempt.

I was standing in a CVS aisle, the small, chalky bottle of his favorite stomach meds cool in my hand, when my phone buzzed with a text from a friend. A video.