Or at least break up with me respectfully.
But I never expected him to humiliate me like that.
To him, I was nothing more than a disposable woman.
"Dylan, I've long since repaid your kindness over the years.
Now, it's me who doesn't want you anymore.
I've always been decisive. When I say it's over, there's no turning back."
After blocking Dylan on WhatsApp, I dragged Abigail out of bed to help me move my stuff out of the so-called home we shared.
Honestly, I'd been so pathetic in this relationship, turning this place into a love nest just for us.
But Dylan had barely spent any time here.
That morning, we sat in the car and watched the moving company take all my things away.
Abigail yawned and looked at me seriously. "You're serious this time, huh?"
I nodded. "Absolutely."
Abigail laughed. "Evelyn, you're my kind of girl. Quick and clean. That jerk never deserved you. Forget him. I'll introduce you to someone better tonight."
I chuckled. "Please, no. I'm so over the idea of dating right now."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"I'm going home. It's been so long since I've had a proper breakfast with my parents."