He paused for a moment, softening his tone. “Yes, Zamora is my ex, but we ended things a long time ago. It’s been eight years since we last spoke. I don’t have any feelings for her anymore.”
“I only got close to her because her birthday party is coming up next week, and the richest guy will be there. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity. Once I get the contract signed, I’ll dump her publicly, okay, babe?”
I stayed silent for a long time before whispering, barely audible, “And me? What about me? These past few days… What does that make me? Your other woman? Or your ex?”
Ross froze, his brows knitting slightly, as if my words had cut him.
He gripped my hand tightly, his voice panicked. “Don’t say that. How could we ever break up? It’s just a week. That’s only seven days, babe. Just hang on a little longer, okay? You’ve always been the most understanding. Once the company goes public, I’ll give you the grandest wedding.”
I smiled, my tears slipping down.
Understanding.
He always praised me for being understanding, patient, considerate, and quiet.
But I was really exhausted.
I didn’t want to be “understanding” anymore.
“Alright,” I said softly. “I understand.”