“Why are you defending that bi—“

“Don’t call her that,” he sighed and stared at you in disbelief.

“Why are you defending her,” you breathed, voice cracking that he was choosing her once again.

He squeezed his eyes and held his face in his hands whilst mumbling, “I’m not but you’re not in the right either.”

You saw the frustration in his eyes as he stared at your bruised face. You knew he was right but he didn’t know about the other times. The times when she threatened to do worse.