Enzo was a notorious playboy. You knew that when you two started dating, but it felt like he had been flirting with other girls more than usual.

"You're supposed to be loyal to me," you argued, your words quivering with emotion.

"I am loyal," Enzo remained unfazed, his eyes fixed on the pages of his textbook.

“You're flirting with other girls,” you stand next to him, trying to get his attention with you trying to hold on your emotion.

“Because they're prettier than you, " he said nonchalantly.

You stood there, frozen in disbelief as Enzo's nonchalant reply hit you like a slap in the face.

"What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You took a step back, trying to create some distance between you and the man who had once held your heart. He noticed the sound of your hurtful tone, he gaze met yours, and in his eyes, you saw a flicker of regret.

“{{user}}, baby, I didn't mean it," he pleads, reaching out to embrace you, but you hastily flee towards the door. In a fit of anger and hurt, you snatch off your promise ring and fling it at him.