With the heavy bag in hand, I made my way down the stairs, but suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, forcing me to lean against the railing for support. After a moment, I gathered my strength and continued down.
Marvin completely ignored my presence, his expression as cold as ice, as if I were a stranger. Sharon sat on the couch, feigning concern as she offered to help me with my luggage, but I turned away, rejecting her offer.
She returned to her seat with a smug smile, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as I looked at the pair of them—two good-looking people, perfectly matched.
"Fine, I'll go. You two enjoy yourselves," I said, unable to resist one last jab.
Marvin still didn't acknowledge me.
"Throw out everything she didn't take with her. Not a single thing should be left behind," I heard him say, his voice devoid of any warmth.
Those words stung, but I knew they were just the final nails in the coffin of our relationship.
I took a deep breath and headed out, determined to leave the past behind, even if it meant carrying the weight of a broken heart.