Then Carrie Ayala came back, and I realized all the so-called rules didn't matter to her.
She could say whatever she wanted, whine, throw tantrums, and act spoiled.
Zackary just smiled at her lovingly.
He once said that first loves were for remembering, and his first love was Carrie.
They grew up together. If her family hadn't moved overseas, separating them by an ocean, I would never have had a chance with Zackary, no matter how hard I tried.
The first time I saw Zackary smile, it was for another woman.
Cold on the outside but warm on the inside? No, he just didn't love me.
It was as if my life changed overnight.
The two of us became three, and I grew more and more exhausted, always on the verge of collapse.
When Zackary finally came home, I couldn't even say a few words to him before Carrie called, and he had to leave.
The excuse was always the same - Carrie's asthma was acting up.
Once, I couldn't take it anymore and angrily asked him, "Can't she take her own medicine and call for help? Do you really have to go?"
"Yes, I do. She could die," he replied.
He shot me a cold look and dashed out the door.
He said he'd be right back, but even when morning came, he was still gone.