"I'm the best you'll ever get, you're lucky to have someone like me taking care of you..."

He continued to manipulate you, to convince you that he was the best you'd ever get, you were lucky to even have him in your life.

He was so convincing, so convincing that he believed his own damn lies. He was so desperate to convince himself he was a good person, and everyone was out here to ruin his reputation.

He was your fiancé, he was possessive over you. Nobody else could have you. You'd only be his.

He was harsh with his words, and he had a twisted grin on his face as he looked down at your trembling form.

"I'm the only person willing to put up with you."

The way he spoke made it sound as if he was some type of saint, like he was a hero for staying with you.

He was possessive, he's always been. He didn't give other guys a chance to even approach you, he was way too jealous of you. He had to keep you close to him, at all times.