I BEGGED HIM TO STAY

CHAPTER 3: I Begged Him to Stay

I don’t remember when I dropped to my knees.

Maybe it was when he said nothing when the silence between us stretched too long, too heavy, like a rope tightening around my chest.

Or when I realized I was truly losing him, not just in the small ways I had ignored before, but completely… finally.

Or maybe it was the way he looked at her.

Like she was everything, And I was nothing.

“Please…”

The word slipped out before I could stop it.

It sounded wrong the moment it left my lips too small, too fragile, too unlike the version of myself I used to be. I hated it. Hated how it made me sound weak, desperate, broken.

But I didn’t care, Not anymore.

“Please don’t do this,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to steady it. “We can fix this. I’ll change. I’ll be better.”

He stared at me.

No emotion, No softness, No hesitation, Just irritation.

Like I was an inconvenience. Like I was dragging out something he had already decided was over.

“I’ll stop being controlling,” I rushed out, my words tumbling over each other. “I won’t nag you anymore. I’ll give you space, I swear. I’ll do whatever you want just don’t leave me.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

It pressed in on me from all sides, thick and merciless. I could hear my own breathing, uneven and shallow, could feel my heart pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape.

Then she laughed.

Soft.

Mocking.

“Wow,” she said, crossing her arms as she leaned back slightly. “This is actually embarrassing.”

Her voice cut deeper than I expected, but I ignored her.

I couldn’t afford pride. Not when everything I loved was slipping through my fingers.

I crawled closer, my knees scraping against the floor, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

“Please,” I whispered again, looking up at him through blurred vision. “We’re supposed to get married.”

For a brief moment, something flickered across his face.

Not regret.

Just annoyance.

He dragged a hand down his face and exhaled sharply. “Why are you making this harder than it needs to be?”

Because I love you.

Because you’re my future.

Because I gave you everything.

The words screamed inside me, but they never made it out.

Instead, I just stared at him waiting, hoping, praying for something… anything to change.

He sighed.

And then he said it.

“I don’t want you anymore.”

Everything inside me stopped.

Not slowed.

Not cracked.

Stopped.

“I haven’t wanted you for a long time,” he continued, his tone casual, almost bored. “I just didn’t know how to end it.”

Tears streamed freely down my face now, hot and relentless.

“So you cheated instead?” I asked, my voice barely holding together.

He shrugged.

“It was easier.”

Easier.

Breaking me was easier.

“Was I really that bad?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

No pause. No hesitation.

Just truth cold and sharp.

The room tilted, and for a second, I thought I might collapse again. My chest tightened painfully, like something inside was being crushed.

“You’re too predictable,” he added. “Too safe. There’s nothing exciting about you.”

Each word sank deep, carving something hollow inside me.

“And she is?” I asked, forcing the question out.

He glanced at her, and for the first time, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “She is.”

That was it.

Something inside me didn’t shatter the way I expected.

It didn’t explode into pieces.

It just… went quiet.

The pain didn’t disappear but it changed. It settled into something colder, something steadier.

I slowly stood up, my legs unsteady beneath me. The tears didn’t stop, but the desperation did.

“You’ve made your choice,” I said.

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.

Of course he had.

I turned my gaze to her really looked at her this time.

The girl I once trusted. The one I called my best friend. My sister.

The one who knew everything about me.

“You can have him,” I said quietly.

Her smile widened, slow and satisfied. “I already do.”

Of course she did.

I turned and started walking toward the door.

Each step felt heavy, like I was dragging pieces of myself behind me, leaving them scattered across the floor.

But I didn’t stop.

Not this time.

Not for him.

Not for anyone.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he said.

I paused, my hand hovering near the door.

For a second, I considered ignoring him.

But I turned.

Slowly.

“What?” I asked.

He smirked slightly, like he had been waiting for this moment.

“The wedding is still happening.”

My breath caught.

“What?”

His smile grew, casual and cruel.

“Just not with you.”

The words hit differently this time.

Colder.

Sharper.

“I mean,” he added, glancing at her, “she’ll be the bride now.”

Silence fell again.

But this silence…

This one didn’t suffocate me.

It steadied me.

I stood there, staring at them the two people who had just destroyed everything I thought my life would be.

And for the first time since I walked into that room…

I smiled.

Not because I was okay.

Not because it didn’t hurt.

But because something inside me had shifted.

They thought they had won.

They thought this was the end of my story.

They had no idea…

This was just the beginning.

And they had absolutely no idea what was coming next.