For that boy, I had given him my trust, my heart and all of myself. I had tried to be the perfect girlfriend, devoted and unwavering. But in all the storms I weathered over the years, when had he ever truly stood by my side?
A metallic taste rose in my throat and the tears in my eyes blurred my vision. I stared at Zayn, the man I thought I knew, for a long moment before speaking.
My voice cracked as I said, “Zayn, let’s break up.”
His hand, which had been gently wiping away my tears, froze mid-air. His lips quivered as he stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief, “What… what did you just say?” he stammered, as if the words couldn’t register in his mind. “Break up?”
In an instant, his expression turned incredulous, “I’ve already said I’ll take responsibility for you! The hotel for our wedding has already been booked. And you’re breaking up with me over something so trivial?”
I leaned my head against the wall and let out a bitter laugh. Trivial?
To him, breaking my leg and robbing me of my life’s dream was just a minor inconvenience.
Zayn quickly masked his anger and leaned in closer, trying to embrace me. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”