One sentence turned every hope I'd ever carried into a joke.
His gaze was thin and cold, his voice a low warning.
"If you still want a career in this industry, you'll stay by my side and stop provoking Marina."
"Otherwise, I guarantee you'll be blacklisted by tomorrow."
He thought I'd cry and beg him not to.
But I only met his eyes, devoid of any love.
"That's exactly what I want. I'm done with this industry anyway."
I meant every word. And with complete sincerity, I added, "Oh, by the way, I'm getting married next month. Would you like to come?"
Abraham seized my wrist.
"What did you just say? Married?"
His eyes were bloodshot. When he saw how calm my face was, he suddenly let out a scoff.
"Playing hard to get, is that it? Maybe that used to work on me."
"But Marina hasn't cooled down yet. Wait until she has, and then you can try that little trick again."
I cut him off, too impatient for his delusions.
"Believe whatever you want."
"But for the record, I'm making a unilateral announcement: we're done."
Abraham laughed in disbelief.
He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his voice cold as ice.
"Done? Beryl, without me, you're nothing."
"You think those producers and directors will still suck up to you? Still hand you roles?"
"One word from me, and you won't even be a footnote."
Every sentence hammered the sincerity of my past feelings against the wall like nails.
It made me realize just how terrible my judgment had been.
"Abraham, I truly regret ever knowing you."
This time, he was silent for a long while.
Long enough for a sports car to roar past on the street outside.
Then I heard his voice, ground out through clenched teeth.
"Fine. Just fine, Beryl. If you walk out that door today, don't ever come back."
I didn't respond. I just turned and left without looking back.
The next morning, I arrived at the agency right on time to handle the contract termination.
But on the way, someone pressed a cloth over my nose and mouth and dragged me away.
When I came to, I was strapped to a wooden cross.
Two people stood in front of me.
Abraham explained in an unhurried tone, "Marina wants to play a game of darts. She specifically requested you as the target."
"But don't worry. Once she's gotten it out of her system, I'll lift your punishment."
"Including the breakup you brought up yesterday. I'm willing to let all of it go."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.