“I’ll make it up to you,” he interrupted, his voice curt as if this was no big deal. He wasn’t even listening.
Before I could respond, the car screeched to a halt at the curb. “I have to go,” he said, almost impatient now.
Tears blurred my vision as I fumbled for the door handle, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me. I was being discarded again, like an afterthought. My throat tightened, and I could barely breathe through the overwhelming pain.
I stumbled out of the car, slamming the door behind me. Louis didn’t even wait to see if I was okay—he was already speeding off to Jane. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to move, my feet carrying me forward without thought.
How could he do this? How could he just abandon me like this?
The answer was painfully clear—he didn’t care. Not enough, not like he should.
My hands trembled as I pressed them against my chest, trying to calm the storm of emotions crashing through me. I needed to breathe, needed to think, but all I could feel was the ache of being left behind once again.