Lia
I get home and head to the elevator, heading upstairs. My knees give in the moment it closes and I break down and cry. Emotionally defeated. I’m trying to be strong, but it hurts so much. It feels like my heart’s been ripped out of my chest, and I want to lie down and bleed to death. How can he do this to me? I trusted him. I thought he loved me. How can he look me in the eye every day and lie to my face? How can he keep something like this from me?
The elevator opens, but I remain seated, struggling to breathe as the pain rocks me to my core, making it impossible to walk. I gave him all of me, wasn't it enough? What more could I have done?
I’m still crying inside the elevator when I hear the tapping of his shoes. And I look up to see him kneeling next to me, but I don’t want to lo
