Neoma’s POVAs soon as I stepped out of the house, I drew in a long breath of fresh air, hoping it would calm my nerves and racing heart. But it didn’t.My hands were still trembling, and my legs felt like they would give out at any moment. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. I took a step forward, but my knees buckled, and I found myself sitting on the pavement of my balcony, unable to hold myself together.Patrick’s words kept echoing in my mind, sharp and cruel: pathetic, pitiful, convenient.How could the man who had told me for five years that he loved me, that he would do anything for me, turn around and admit he’d been pretending all along?I felt like a fool, a complete and utter fool. I had given him everything—my love, my trust, my vulnerability—and in return, he had used me.How foolish had I been?I wrapped my arms around myself as sobs wracked my body. “Pathetic, pitiful, convenient,” I whispered, repeating his words. Each words cut deeper than the last.Was that
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