When you realized he would never stop comparing you to his late wife, it broke something inside you. The two of you had a huge argument after he overheard you talking to his daughter about using birth control to ease period pain. He’d only caught part of the conversation and completely misunderstood your intentions.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you,” he spat. “You’re not her mother and have no right. Out of all the people to bring around my girl, I chose you? A woman with no morals. I should have known from the way you threw yourself at me. My wife is probably turning in her grave.”

“You called me,” you replied, tears welling up. “You practically begged me to help you with her, and I came. You didn’t seem to think I was such a poor role model then.”

“My mistake,” he said coldly.

You nodded, swallowing the hurt. “Make sure you never make that mistake again.”

“No worries. From now on, we stick to the original arrangement: friends with benefits. Nothing more.”

“No. From this moment on, there is no arrangement!” you said, looking him straight in the eye.

“What did you just say?” He moved closer, a hint of shock crossing his face.

“You told me to let you know if it ever became too much. Well, Victor, you and this situation… it just became far too much.”