Chapter3
I held back my emotions, on the verge of breaking down.[]
“If you really think that necklace can be shared with another woman, then fine. Come pick it up tomorrow. I’m tired today.“[]
“I’ll come tonight. I’m worried I won’t have time tomorrow.“]
Xavier hung up the phone hastily, leaving me with empty eyes.]
Just a moment ago, I had foolishly hoped he was calling because he was worried about me.
I really was pathetic.
Tears fell from my eyes.]]
My new phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a loud crack.]
The screen shattered just like our already broken love.
I buried my face in the couch and cried.]
I cried for my youth, for the eight years of so–called love that wasn’t worth it.
When I was too exhausted to cry anymore, I fell asleep without realizing it.[]
I was awakened by the sound of drawers being ransacked in the bedroom.
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