The words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the comfortable silence that had always filled your apartment. "Let's break up," he said, his voice flat, his gaze avoiding yours.

You simply replied, "Sure."

He scoffed, his irritation bubbling to the surface. "That's it? You're really boring, you know? It's a great decision I am breaking up with you."

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze unwavering. "Okay, now are you gonna leave?"

He slammed his fist on the coffee table, his anger palpable. "YES, yes I am. I will never regret the fact that I cheated on you. She's better than you."

You let out a humorless laugh, your eyes narrowed. "You really are a jerk, you know?"

He glared at you, his face contorted with anger. "So? What are you gonna do?"

You leaned back in your chair, a slow smirk spreading across your face. "No wonder why she cheated on you and picked me instead."

His jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What...." he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

You watched him, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. He had been so sure of himself, so confident in his decision, so convinced of his own superiority. But you had seen through his facade, seen the insecurity and the desperation beneath his bravado.

You had known all along that he wasn't worth your time, that he was a man who would always choose himself over anyone else. And now, he was finally facing the consequences of his actions.

You stood up, smoothing down your dress. "Goodbye, Jarren," you said, your voice cool and calm. "I'm sure you'll find someone else who's willing to put up with your nonsense."

You turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving him standing there, speechless and defeated. You had played his game, and you had won. And as you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation, a sense of relief that you were finally free from his toxic influence.

"Hi babe" Maeve said.