He Chose Her Every Single Time, And I Left
826 Views · Ongoing · Coralie Sullivan
I woke up zip-tied in a speeding car, tape over my mouth, my wrists screaming in pain. My boyfriend Gregory's ex-girlfriend Marcella was driving us toward a cliff. Ninety miles an hour. I really thought I was going to die.
But when the police pulled us from the wreck, Gregory ran past my stretcher—straight to her.
"Marcella! Oh my god, what did you do?" He held her while I lay there covered in blood.
Gregory came to me later, crying and apologizing. I softened. I forgave him.
I had no idea that was just the beginning.
But when the police pulled us from the wreck, Gregory ran past my stretcher—straight to her.
"Marcella! Oh my god, what did you do?" He held her while I lay there covered in blood.
Gregory came to me later, crying and apologizing. I softened. I forgave him.
I had no idea that was just the beginning.