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Liz POV

Cathy, Miles' assistant was on the counter, her dress up,  Miles' hands around her, his pants down, her Moans filling the bathroom. Feeling like the world is spinning as I watched the scene unfold before my eyes, her mouth wide as his groans filled the room. Urging myself to say something. "Miles!" I scream in horror, both of their heads snap towards me, guilt written in their faces, I felt like my feet were glued to the floor, tears brimmed my eyes as my heart clenched. How could he? Just why, I knew he was cheating on me but I at least thought he would be respectful enough and not do it with me around. The feeling of extreme humiliation washing over me, turning around in my steps I made my way out the bathroom, "Lizzy!" He calls out furiously. Running away as far away from him as possible, "Lizzy!" Snatching my hand forcing me to face him, furry in his eyes, "What!" I yell, tears streaming down my face, "Don't you dare make a scene!" He whisper yells, this man is unbelievable, one would think after being caught he would at least show remorse, but not Miles I guess. Shaking my head in disbelief, "let go of my hand Miles" I cry, clearly refusing "MILES LET GO OF MY HAND YOU ARE HURTING ME!!!", "SHUT UP, SHUT THE FU-" "HEY!" Both of our heads snap to our right, making Miles immediately release my hand. There stood Marco, his eyes dark with anger and confusion, seeing as that I'm free I make a run for it, "Lizzy?'' His voice calls out, not bothering to look back shoving past him I rush my way to the door.

The uncontrollable tears making it hard for me to see anything, reaching inside my purse I dial Terry's number, saying a silent prayer to myself as tears streamed down my face, "Hi you've reache-" Damnit! I hang up in frustration.

How could I be so stupid, I stayed through his bullshit. I put up with the abuse, his cruel treatment, and this man couldn’t even show me an ounce of respect. To treat me like a human being, is that so much to ask. Sobbing loudly as the sight played itself over and over in my mind.

Feeling the cool hair blowing on my face, wiping away the tears.

Taking my shoes off, hugging my body as I started walking on cold streets of New York. I am done, I am done with this man for good I cannot stay any longer, not after this. Where do I go from here, how do I start over when I’ve clearly built my life around this evil man, regret instantly washing over me at how I allowed myself to miss every opportunity that came my way just to accommodate him. Just to be save his slave and punching bag, just for him to treat me like the gum at the bottom of his shoes and I allowed it.