none of it could repay the agony ripping through me now.
Rachel, a fish vendor raising her child alone—maybe she was pitiful, maybe she had her reasons.
But what about me?
What had I done wrong?
I, Olivia Carter, had given my whole heart for eight years.
All 2,922 days and nights—whose love and time isn’t precious?
I bit down so hard that blood filled my mouth.
Every loving memory had become a blade, cutting through my heart until it bled raw.
The tears on my lips were bitter, unbearably bitter.
Ethan, you deserve hell—only then will it make up for every second of pain I’m living through right now.
That night, I posted an Instagram grid with photos of Sophia and me at the San Diego Zoo.
