He Broke My Hand… and Us

Liam, my boyfriend, deliberately locked me on the rooftop the day before my piano competition finals, just so his childhood friend could win. He stared at me intently, his voice low: "You'll have plenty of other opportunities later. What's the big deal about letting her have this one?" Later, to secure his childhood friend a spot in the orchestra, he even shattered my fingers with his own hands. I angrily confronted him, demanding to know why, when we were the couple. He replied: "Willow, Eloise's mother saved my life back then. I have to fulfill this wish for her." But what he didn't know was that, without my hands, I was as good as dead. When I decided I no longer loved him, he smashed his own hand, begging for my forgiveness.