My chest tightened as tears blurred my vision. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as the live video continued. Naomi giggled, pulling Oliver into another kiss, and I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned it off, my hands shaking as I dropped the phone onto the bed.
I had stayed with Oliver for over a year, clinging to the hope that he would change. I thought that the boy I fell in love with—the one who made me feel special, who once held me close and told me I was his world—was still somewhere inside him. I told myself that if I was patient, if I loved him enough, he would come back to me.
But this… This was the last straw.
I sat in the hospital bed, my tears spilling freely. I thought of everything I had endured—the constant lies, the betrayal, the pain. And now, after everything that had happened to me, he wasn’t here. He didn’t care.
The ache in my chest was replaced by something colder, something final. I wiped my tears and grabbed my phone. My hands steadied as I dialed a familiar number.
“Mom,” I said, my voice hoarse but firm.
“Hannah? Are you okay?” Her concern was evident, and for a moment, I almost broke down again. But I couldn’t let myself.