The phone fell from my hand as a sharp pain swept through my body. It started from the soles of my feet and before long traveled all over my body.
I finally realized Simon had never forgiven me. Every gentle touch, attention and gift was just a calculated move to get back at me for leaving him. It did not rekindle our love; instead, it was an act of revenge.
Back then, after my father had embezzled a fortune and fled the country, he left my mother and me with tens of millions of dollars of debt. My mother was so heartbroken that she jumped from a building and ended up in a vegetative state.
Debt collectors came knocking at our house every single day. At that time, Simon was training hard. He was hoping to qualify for the national track team.
Those same creditors had threatened me with Simon. They said if I did not repay the debt fast enough, they would ruin Simon's sports career.
I knew how much Simon loved athletics, so because I did not want him to suffer, I lied. I told him I had fallen for someone else.
The day we broke up, I stood above him as he knelt, heartbroken and I mocked him and called him a broke loser who could never give me what I wanted.