Break Me Heal Me

It wasn't long after I hung up on Rodney Luther that he rushed home in panic. In his rush, he had forgotten his keys, so he could only pound on the door frantically.

"Ivy, open the door!"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I, Ivana Fletcher, walked over to open the door.

The first thing that greeted me was a vibrant, blooming bouquet of red roses. They were as much a pain to the eyes as they were eye-catching.

Rodney shoved the flowers into my arms the moment he stepped inside and casually placed a gift box on the shoe rack in the entryway.

I knew the roses were secondhand, and curiosity made me check whether the gift was as well.

Sure enough, when I opened it, it was the same one that Jessica had bragged about on her social media not long ago.

I stared at the man standing in front of me, hoping for praise and trying to cover up the fact that he didn't love me anymore.

"Have you given these to Jessica before, too?" I asked bluntly.

But he merely raised an eyebrow and blew out a puff of smoke that made me cough hard.

"The only reason Jessica got drunk and was drugged was because she helped me close a business deal. And my father unintentionally… Ivy, I owe her this much!

"Also, when my grandmother died back then, you didn't come to the funeral. Jessica was the one who stayed by my side through my darkest time."

I smiled as tears welled up in my eyes. "Is that so?"

But what Rodney didn't know was—I had been there that day. I had watched him cry… in her arms.

"And so what if I did? Aren't I giving them to you, too? Also, she's my stepmother now. Her wedding back then had been so rushed—so what if she tried on your wedding dress? You really shouldn't be so petty. Taking screenshots and sending them to my dad? Seriously.

"Why must your thoughts be so bitter and twisted, Ivana?"

Maybe it was because I finally tore down the last shred of polite pretense that drove Rodney, cornered and humiliated, to lash out at me.

Petty? Bitter? Twisted? Was that what he really thought of me?

The truth was—Rodney used to be the one who cared about me the most. He knew I was sensitive and would notice everything, so he had always poured all his affection on me.

But now, he was also dumping all his harshest words on me as well.

A wave of desolation washed over me.

I fell silent for a long while. I didn't cry or make a fuss, but just looked at the man whom I had loved for nearly ten years.

I turned away, no longer bothering with him. After changing my clothes, I grabbed my bag and left.

The next morning, I woke up at my best friend Cynthia Preen's place.

When I turned on my phone, there wasn't a single message. I stared at the blank screen for a very, very long time.

I remembered a time when my phone died, and I couldn't find my power bank. It was about 10:00 pm then, and I had gone to a friend's place.

The moment I connected my phone to a charger, it blew up with texts and calls. Before I could even reply to any of them, Rodney called again.

As soon as I answered, he asked where I was, his voice sharp with panic. He had nearly lost his mind.

Since that day, I had never gone out at night again. Even if I did, I would make sure to keep him updated constantly.

"Should I be grateful, Rodney? Grateful that now that you've stopped loving me, you don't even bother to pretend to care anymore? You've made it impossible for me to lie to myself without feeling pathetic," I murmured to myself.

I went back to the apartment we'd shared for so many years and packed up all my stuff.

Thankfully, even though I had stayed home after graduation, I had built a small following by constantly cooking and posting videos online. I had even signed quite a few ad deals.

So, now that I wanted to leave, it meant that I didn't need to leave with empty pockets or without solid ground to stand on.

However, just as I finished packing and was about to leave, I found that Rodney had returned. He was sitting on the couch, looking irritated as he watched me.

"Ivana, can you stop with the tantrum? There's nothing going on between me and Jessica. Also, we're about to get married. What do you think you're doing by running away like this? People will think we're a joke."