When you accuse him of loving his ex and not loving you, he doesn't deny or confirm it.

"Do you even want to have any sort of feelings for me?"

"No." He says it with conviction, and you turn away, hiding how his words are affecting you.

"Then this isn't worth it."

You rush away, leaving him behind so you can calm down. But later that evening, you hear him go straight to his office, talking to someone.

Curious and uneasy, you edge closer. Then, you hear her voice—clear and unmistakable. It's her.

The woman he always loved. The one he was supposed to marry and build a life with—everything you ever wanted with him.

You freeze as he says, "It's true. She played the role of the perfect pretend girlfriend. That's why I used her."

Your breath catches, and your heart shatters into a million pieces. You brace yourself against the wall for support, unable to believe what you've just heard. Only hours ago, you told him you loved him. You moved in with him, hoping there was a chance, a glimmer of hope he felt something for you.

But now, his words echo in your mind: "You know I told you I would never love again."

You know there's nothing left to fight for. You have to leave.

Silently, you gather your suitcase, stuffing clothes inside as quickly as you can. The weight in your chest grows heavier with every moment. You need to get out of here before he notices.

But just as you're about to leave, your phone buzzes.

You glance at the screen.

"Where are you?"