Betrayed by My Ex-Girlfriend

My stomach flared up again after pulling an all-nighter at work, so I asked my fiancee to go home and grab my medicine.

Two hours later, she finally came back, but she was empty-handed.

"Where's the medicine?" I asked weakly.

"Oh, I forgot. Chris called last minute and said he had a fever, so I went to bring him some fever meds first."

After she said that, she dialed a number on her phone and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling any better now?"

On the other end of the line was the childhood friend she always talked about.

At that moment, I calmly pulled the IV needle out of my hand and told her we were done.

She frowned. "Just because I went to take care of Chris first?"

"I was on an IV drip. He just has a common cold."

I said each word slowly.

"Can you be a little more mature?" she asked with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Fine. If that's how you feel, then whatever."

She thought it was just an ordinary argument.

She had no idea that the moment she chose to forget the medicine that could've saved me, our relationship had already reached a point of no return.

I yanked the IV needle out of my hand. Blood from the open wound trickled down the back of my hand.

Wanda Lynch looked at me and frowned.

"Enzo Underwood, what are you doing now?"

Her tone sounded like she was scolding a misbehaving child.

I looked at her and felt my heart getting colder.

"Let's break up."

I said the words with unusual calm.

There was no anger or shouting.

Wanda froze for a moment. That familiar look of disappointment appeared on her face.

"Just because I forgot to get your medicine?

"Just because I went to see Chris first?"

She raised her voice as if I were the one being unreasonable.

"Can you stop being so childish and selfish?"

It was that line again.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, but it was nothing compared to the chill spreading through my chest.

Heartbreak was the worst kind of pain.

I looked at her. She was the woman I had loved for five years.

"Then let's end it."

She let out a dismissive scoff and turned around to leave.

She was certain I would chase after her, apologize, and beg her to come back like I always did.

She was certain I couldn't live without her. She was certain I didn't have the guts to really break up with her.

After all, our careers were tightly intertwined. She believed she had control over everything I had.

Or rather, she thought she did.

This time, she was wrong.

I watched her walk away and didn't say a word to stop her.

For the past five years, this one-sided dynamic had drained me completely.

I was truly tired.

Wanda had just reached the door when her phone rang.

She picked it up immediately.