I thought what we had was real. I believed in us. Five years of my life—our life—meant absolutely nothing to you. Every moment we shared, every ounce of love I poured into us, was meaningless to you.
I know you’re tired of me. I know I bore you. I know I will never be her. I don’t have what she does. But now, you don’t have to endure me any longer. I’m walking away from you, from your deception, from this place that has suffocated me for far too long.
Goodbye, Harland, for the last time.
Forever,
Avery
I stared at the letter, my heart unraveling with every word. This wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of everything I had held onto, everything I had fought for. A part of me wanted to stay, to demand answers, to scream at him for everything he had done. But deep down, I knew it was useless. There was nothing left for me here.
I carefully folded the letter, tucking it into the box beside the divorce papers I had prepared earlier. The weight of that box felt heavier than just documents—it carried the remnants of my past, the final chapter of this painful story.