ch 7
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. The ones you can’t have always look the most tempting.”
“Being the one who waits in the shadows? You better enjoy it while it lasts.
“Because once you finally have him… that’s when the clock starts ticking.”
I leaned against the car, trying to steady my breath, but it didn’t help.
That pressure in my chest kept building until it turned to something jagged, like a blade twisting from the inside out. My hands were shaking
I pressed a palm over my heart, blinking away the heat behind my eyes.
No. Not now, Lydia.
Not when you’re so close.
Felix already felt guilty. He was starting to crack
I’d been taking him to all the places that meant something to us–our firsts, our laughs, our milestones. Every memory we built together.
Then I gave him a task make a photo album.
Capture our story.
Document everything we’d been through.
I told him it would be a keepsake.
Something to show our kids one day.
But I watched him as he worked on it how he paused at each location, how long he stared at the names, the dates.
He was remembering.
And I knew those memories would hurt him.
Because even if the revenge was real…so were the moments we shared.
So let that guilt eat him alive. Let it tear him apart from the inside.
Does it hurt?
Not as much as it hurts me.
Because my love was never laced with manipulation.
I gave everything–honestly, openly.
And now? Now I was ready to let g
Not because I lost.
- go.
But because I loved deeply, and survived.
Because I chose the wrong person.
That’s all.
