Anger takes root
In my stomach, betrayal twisted like a dagger. Anger bubbled over and gradually turned into something worse. It burned with an intensity I couldn’t control in every fiber of my existence. I could leave, of course, but that would be the convenient solution. This was about values that they had both ignored, not simply money. It dawned on me that this was far from done. They were gravely incorrect if they believed they would get away with this.
Anger Takes Root
Leaving wasn’t an option
It would be too easy to walk out. However, I wanted a more profound effect, something that would cause him to remorse his sheer boldness. Even though I was injured, I wasn’t defenseless. The whole idea of disappointing him dwindled. I had to plan past my rash feelings and pursue vengeance. It had to sink in and make him see how serious his acts were. I had to weave my own web of repercussions.
Leaving Wasn’t An Option
