"I’m not lying..." I whimpered, but he was already dismissing me to someone nearby.
"Amelia’s just being dramatic. She’s always jealous over nothing. Ignore her," Daniel said. "Don’t worry, I’ll stay by your side until you’re better, Sophia."
Sophia’s sugary voice responded, “But is Amelia okay?”
“What could happen to her? She’s always playing the victim. I’m sick of it!” Daniel snapped before hanging up on me, leaving me frozen in shock.
Ten years of love. Three years of marriage. And this was how he treated me—like I was nothing.
I wanted to believe it wasn’t true. I called again, but before I could, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Sophia. Attached was a photo of Daniel, kneeling before her, tenderly blowing on her wound. His expression was one of deep affection, the kind of love he once showed me.
Sophia: [Daniel said seeing me hurt broke his heart. He’s not going anywhere. You might as well give up. Oh, and enjoy the little surprise I planned for you!]
That’s when I knew my heart had shattered.