Silence filled the room.
Not comfortable.
But… honest.
I exhaled slowly.
“Next time,” I said, “I won’t use laxatives.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“No?”
I met his eyes.
“No.”
A pause.
“I’ll just have your suitcases waiting at the door.”
For the first time in a long time…
He had nothing to say.
He looked down.
And in that moment, I understood something simple:
Revenge isn’t always loud.
It isn’t always destructive.
Sometimes… it’s just a reminder.
That respect is something you either learn gently—
Or life teaches you… the hard way.
