Daphne couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Oh, so you're going to just ignore the shit I have to say so that you can pretend to be the bigger person?" He'd been the asshole during their conversation, after all, so she wasn't really sure what the fuck gave him the right here to suddenly put his damn pride above all else?
"You know what," she finally said, leaning back in her seat, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I can accept that I was the bitch ten years ago. I fell on that sword. So even though you don't even know close to the whole story, that's fine. But you have one-hundred percent been the asshole since then. And you pretending to be above even having a normal conversation with me that goes beyond superficial pleasantries is not cute. It just confirms how much of a wanker you've evidently become."