The realization hit me like a wave, crashing down and taking my breath with it. Rozen would never understand. He would never feel the depth of this betrayal the way I did. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t see where your priorities are.”
Rozen’s expression didn’t change. “Where are you going with this, Chloe?”
I swallowed hard, feeling the tears burning at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I’m saying I’m done. I’m done fighting for something you’ve already given away.”
He scoffed. “You’re not making any sense. What do you want me to do? Apologize for helping someone who needed it?”
“I want you to care about what this is doing to us. But you don’t,” I said quietly, my heart heavy with the truth. “You never did.”
I could see him getting more frustrated, but I didn’t care anymore. I was exhausted—exhausted from trying, from fighting for a relationship that was crumbling beneath me.
“I’m leaving,” I said, stepping back, turning away from him before I could change my mind.