He
Just daring?
That was the only thing my mother left me.
And his beloved Sophia had just thrown it away like trash,
At that moment, all the rage, sorrow, and humiliation inside me turned into a chilling emptiness.
1 stopped struggling.
My body went rigid in his arms, cold and lifeless.
“Let’s break up..!!
My voice was calm–mnervingly calm.
Jacob’s body stiffened suddenly, then he let out a laugh like he’d just heard something ridiculous.
“Emily, stop it! I know you’re upset about the ring. I’ll have Sophia apologize! We can
“I’m not making a scene.”
I cut him off, prying his fingers from my waist one by one, forcefully.
Then I turned to face him–this face that now filled me with nothing but disgust.
“Jacob, haven’t you had enough of this performance of yours? Two years of pretending? I’ve lost my mother’s ring, and with it, every last bit of feeling I bad for you. How long did you think you could loep playing me?”
His gaze flickered. That all–too–familiar expression–weak, helpless–reappeared on his face in an instant.
“Emily, what are you talking about? My legs really were injured. It’s just that I’ve made great progress through treatment. And now you’re just going to abandon me? So you have looked down on me all this time, haven’t you? You always wanted to leave me!”
He was doing it again–using his “disability” and fear of abandonment to emotionally manipulate me.
Watching his award–worthy performance, I found it all laughable.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t have the strength to say another word to him.
Silently, I bent downrand picked up the delivery box–now filthy and empty–off the floor.
Without so much as a glance at him or the smug
E crowd on the terrace, I turned and walked away, step by step, into the pouring rain.
Behind me, Sophia’s honeyed voice rang out:
“Oh,
, come on, Jacob! So what if the truth’s out? You’re not actually upset about hurting that crazy woman, are you?”
“No way. You’re the heir to the Reynolds fortune, and you seriously fell for a takeout girl?”
I didn’t hear Jacob’s response.
It didn’t matter anymore.
Now that we’d broken up, I didn’t need to work deliveries anymore, either.
I called the station manager to resign
He sounded shocked.
“Emily? What happened? You’ve been doing great–why quit all of a sudden? Dan’t you still need money for your boyfriend’s treatment?”
