I had repeatedly begged her to go public with our relationship, but she always had excuses.
Now, for Kieran, she cared nothing for the gossip, openly allowing his romantic gesture without a second thought. This double standard, wasn't it equally unfair to me?
I looked at her coldly. She approached, her eyes filled with pain and unwillingness, "Alec, when did we end up like this? You told me you wouldn't interfere, that you'd give me freedom. I'm not a caged canary. All I did was hire an assistant and you act like it's a huge threat. Living under your shadow is suffocating for me."
After hearing her words, the anger within me instantly dissolved into nothingness. All that remained was a profound sense of disappointment.
The care I had lavished upon her had turned into ammunition for her to strike back at me. The 'freedom' she desired was the freedom to spend time with her assistant, carefree and unrestrained.
When someone no longer loves you, even the fact that you breathe can become an excuse. My emotions were a chaotic mess and every word I wanted to say felt lodged in my throat, unspoken and swallowed back down.