She blinked, momentarily thrown off by my composure. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. Derrick’s betrayal had burned through me, but I wouldn’t let Samantha see my scars. I refused to give her that power.
“Does it really not bother you?” she sneered. “You spent years by his side, and now... just like that... ou’re giving up?”
I smiled faintly, a touch of sadness creeping into my voice. “You know, Samantha, when I look back, I never gave up on him. He gave up on us long before you even came along.”
For a moment, I saw something flicker in her expression: her lips curled into a bitter smile.
“What a pity,” she murmured. “Guess you were never enough for him.”
With a sharp laugh, she turned to leave, but suddenly pivoted and grabbed my arm, yanking me forward with a fierce grip. “You may act like you’re okay, but we both know better,” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “You’re just a bitter ex, nothing more.”
I pulled my arm back, but her grip was stronger than I anticipated. She pushed me backward, and I lost my balance, collapsing to the ground. A sharp pain exploded through my abdomen, stealing the breath from my lungs as I fell onto the wet earth.