Part 2The Boy Who Broke His Legs for Me

“Asher, this time it’s for real.”

I finished packing the last of my things and took a deep breath.

He was starting to look annoyed.

But just then, his phone rang, playing a melody that could only belong to a teenage girl.

Asher straightened up, his features softening the moment he answered. He shot me a triumphant smirk and began to flirt, completely ignoring my presence. “What is it now, my little princess?”

“Hmph, you have to ask? It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“All the other girls have their boyfriends with them, and mine is stuck with some old hag.”

The girl’s voice was young, vibrant, and undeniably sweet.

Asher melted under her pouting. “Alright, alright. I’m on my way.”

He hung up, the affectionate look still lingering in his eyes as he turned to me. But the words that came out of his mouth were ice cold.

“Joanna, you’re not hitting menopause early, are you? What’s with all the drama?”

I watched his retreating back and let out a soft sigh.

I had loved him too desperately for too long. Now that I truly wanted to leave, no one would ever believe me.