I stared at him, my heart aching with exhaustion. I had no more energy to argue, no more patience for his excuses. “I don’t care anymore, Louis,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m tired. Tired of feeling like I’m always second to her. Tired of fighting for a place in your life when you’ve already made your choice.”
“Alexandra—” he started, but I raised my hand, cutting him off.
“No,” I said, my voice firm. “I’m done. I don’t want to hear your justifications or your excuses. You can say whatever you want, but I know the truth. You chose her over me, and I’m done pretending like that doesn’t hurt.”
His face softened for a moment, like he wanted to say something, to reach out and stop me, but I couldn’t do it anymore. The pain was too deep, the betrayal too raw. I turned on my heel and walked away from him, my chest tight with the weight of everything left unsaid.
Louis didn’t even bother to follow.