“What?” the shock rang clear in my voice. He must have been joking. And it was clearly his most pathetic joke until now.
A sigh left his lips and his eyebrows drew close. “I said I think that it’s the time we finally go our separate ways.”
The emotions I was feeling at the moment was alien to me. I had never been the one to be left behind. I was always the one who walked away. I didn’t know what it felt like to be rejected.
“I understood you the first time. But, why?” I snapped, not knowing how else to react.
A smile took up his face. “I have found the one for me, Ivy. And she is perfect. I am sorry.”
It was a blow to my heart. My mouth gaped open in surprise. Did he just tell me that the girl he was leaving me for, is ‘perfect’?
Was that not supposed to hurt? Were you supposed to tell the girl whom you've dated for almost two years that you were leaving her for someone more perfect?
“Oh,” my voice was as cold as I was feeling, “so you are leaving me for a girl who is more perfect than me?”
His eyes widened and he started fidgeting in discomfort. I knew he didn't mean to say that. But, that didn't make it less painful. “I didn’t mean it like that, Ivy. I just meant that she is perfect for me.”
“And who is this perfect angel?” I sneered.
I've been dating him for so long and he was telling me that someone else was perfect for him.
His face scrunched up in regret while. “Kiara.”
I should have known.
I felt a mask of blinding fury fall on my face to cover up the waves of overwhelming emotions drowning me.
I wouldn't let him see how deep his words and actions were cutting me. I wouldn't give him that honor. He didn't deserve it.
“You are leaving me for that bitch?” I asked, my eyes cold and as emotionless as my mask.
All signs of regret vanished from his face and anger took its place.
I knew I hit a mark. And that gave me a sadistic satisfaction.
“Don’t ever call her that.”
I let smirk fall upon my poker face. If he had the right to make my heart ache, I had the right to make his blood boil.
“What? Bitch? She is one.” I taunted, not caring that I was making this situation worse.
He scoffed. “And, you wonder why I am leaving you? Because you are an awful human being. And, unless you change, every guy you meet, is going to leave you, like me.”
That was the last strike.
Is that what he really thought about me?
I felt my eyes prickle. So, I closed my eyes and clenched my hands, breathing deeply.
I always fought fire with fire. This time won't be any different.
I won't let him see how much he affected me. And I certainly won't be the one who walks away looking heartbroken, even if I was.
“And you think you are so precious, huh? I would have dumped your sorry ass if you didn’t make the first move. And you don't need to worry about me. Only guys like you would leave someone like me and for God's sake, I wouldn't even want to date someone like you again. Just remember one thing, I won't be the one regretting this but you will.”
I stood up abruptly, knocking off the chair. I straightened my back and tilted my chin up. I walked away with the display of pride and confidence radiating off me. The same facade that was always there, never breaking and never leaving.
I drove back to my apartment and got inside. Locking up the door, I walked to my bathroom and got refreshed.
Then, I gathered up all his clothes, photos and any remainder of him. Putting it all in a trash bag, I dragged it out and threw it away.
I knew he would come looking for his things tomorrow.
Sighing, I got into my bed.
It still felt surreal.
I, Ivy Genna Vione, just got dumped.
I never get dumped. After all, I was Ivy. The woman who had everything. The woman who was everything.
A frustrated sigh left my lips.
I knew I wasn't in love with Dane. I had never been in love. But, I knew I was on the way.
He made my heart beat fast. He brought a smile on my face.
And for a woman like me, that was everything I could ask from a man.
I felt something wet on my cheek. Lifting up my fingers, I brushed them on my cheek and brought them closer to my eyes for closer inspection.
I don’t cry easily.
Why was I crying?
I wasn’t supposed to be the one crying.
Another broken sigh escaped my lips.
Fuck you, Dane. You are going to regret it one day.
You are going to regret losing me.
And I just hope he really does.