My mind screamed in disbelief. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, as if it were trying to escape, to leave this reality.
Was I supposed to be angry? Sad? Betrayed? I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was that Marco—the man I thought I knew, the man I had trusted with everything—was gone.
I stumbled toward the living room, my feet dragging like lead. He wasn’t going to walk through the door. He wasn’t going to apologize or explain. There was no confrontation. No argument. No last moment. Just a letter.
The sound of the doorbell shattered the stillness in the house, its shrill tone pulling me out of the fog I had been slipping into. I stood frozen, staring at the empty space in front of me where Marco’s letter still lay on the coffee table, the cruel words echoing in my mind. He’s leaving for another woman without a trace!
I hadn’t even read the entire thing. I couldn’t bear it. What was there to understand? How could he just walk away like that? The man who had vowed to love me forever, who had promised me the world, had abandoned me for another woman.
And I had no idea where to even begin picking up the pieces of my broken heart.