Emily’s face darkened. She gritted her teeth. “Michael, are you serious?”
I nodded. “Did you think I was joking?”
Emily scoffed. “Fine. Let’s see how long before you come crawling back to me.”
Crawl back? Not a chance. You killed me once already—I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never give you another chance to hurt me.
It was laughable that she still thought she had control over me, that I would keep playing the fool.
Emily stormed back into the house, grabbed her bag, and ran off.
Daniel pointed at me, voice cold. “You’ll regret this, Michael!”
Regret? Not in the slightest. If anything, I’d never felt happier.
To avoid suspicion, Daniel went straight back to his own place. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before he slipped out again to meet Emily.
Under the neighbors’ watchful eyes, I turned and went back inside.
The moment I entered, I pulled out a suitcase and packed my belongings as quickly as possible.
I had fewer things than I thought. What I expected to be a struggle fit neatly into one bag.
