I stood up, pacing the room as the tears finally spilled over. “Explain? What is there to explain? You lied to me! You promised she was just a friend, but now you’re out there with her, setting off fireworks while I’m here—waiting for you.”
“Samara, please. It’s not what you think—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “I thought... I thought we had something real. I believed you when you told me I was your girlfriend, that we were going to build a life together. But now I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”
“Samara, don’t do this. I love you.”
“No, Giovanni. You don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t be with her right now.” My chest ached with every word, but I couldn’t stop. “I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”
I hung up before he could say anything else. The silence in the room was suffocating. My birthday. The day I thought he might propose. And instead, I was left standing here, broken.