I sat alone at my desk, tucked away in the quietest corner of my bedroom, the weight of my reality crashing down on me. The pain, the betrayal, the fury—they all twisted together, suffocating my thoughts. I had no choice. I had to walk away, and this time, there would be no turning back.
My hand trembled as I gripped the pen, struggling to find the right words. But I couldn’t leave without saying something. Something for Harland Something that would put an end to the illusion I had once believed in.
I began writing:
Harland,
I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. You have shattered every piece of me I thought you once cherished. I won’t keep pretending—not for you, not for anyone. I’m leaving, and this time, I won’t be looking back.
And you never even noticed, did you? It never even crossed your mind to care. I’m pregnant. A week ago, I stood in front of that damn gift box, ready to surprise you with the news, and you were too preoccupied with Maureen. The woman you so desperately wanted beside you, the one who replaced me, the one who reduced me to nothing more than a shadow in her wake.