During that time, I was swamped with work. Weeks would pass without me seeing Courtney. I thought it was temporary—that I could make it up to her once things settled down.
But when I was finally ready to share my success, excited to tell her how far I’d come, her childhood sweetheart Bradley returned from abroad.
After that, Courtney became distant, almost indifferent, for the next three years. No matter how much I wanted to reconnect or tell her about the industries I had built, she seemed uninterested. The spark between us was gone.
At times, she would brush me off, saying, “Jordan, we’re just boyfriend and girlfriend. You don’t need to report to me how much you’ve achieved.”
Then she would grab her bag and leave. Every time, I’d ask where she was going, and she'd casually reply, “I’m just going out to hang with some friends.”
But I knew what that really meant. I often asked, “Are you going to see Bradley again?”
She’d shoot me a look of pure disgust before sneering, “Bradley and I grew up together. If something were going to happen between us, it would’ve happened long ago. What’s it got to do with you?”