Every word was a poison-tipped dagger, plunging into the softest part of my heart.
In his eyes, my years of sacrifice were worthless. He had long since weighed the pros and cons, and I was simply the option to be discarded.
"Jonathan." My voice dropped to absolute zero. "We're done."
He froze.
His phone rang again. The timing was cruel.
He glanced at the screen and answered immediately, his voice dripping with concern. "Anna? What is it? Okay, I'm coming."
He hung up and looked at me, torn.
"Anna isn't feeling well. I have to take her to the hospital. Joanna, let's talk about us tomorrow, alright?"
I didn't answer.
He hesitated, then grabbed his coat and hurried for the door. On the threshold, he glanced back.
"Go home early."
The door clicked shut, swallowing the sound of his footsteps.
I slid down the wall, hugging my knees, and wept in silence.
Time dissolved into nothing.
When I finally stood, my legs were numb. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and walked to my office on autopilot.
The safe in the corner held everything.