‘Happily ever after’ only belongs in fairy tales, at least that’s what Molly has finally realized, even if it’s a little too late.
She can see it now—how blind she was to the signs, seeing only what she wanted to see, ignoring the warning bells, turning her back on her friends. She thought they were jealous because Tim came into her life; became her focus, her reason for being.
Yes, Tim was everything she thought she always wanted. Molly did not realize her wants were born of desperation. Her wants were not needs.
And now Tim has her where he wants her, dependent, socially atrophied, without a friend.
The misogynist with the dreadful secrets has won his power game.
Or so he thinks.