“Why the hell did Roy tell me you were talking to that ex of yours!” Jason yells, barging into your apartment and slamming the door behind him. “He left you for the first babe that batted their lashes at him. He hurt you, I saw it all. Every tear, every sleepless night—and now you go back and talk to that loser?!”

His voice rises with each word, echoing off the walls. He steps closer, eyes searching yours. “I stood by you, helped you pick up the pieces. Why would you do that to yourself?”