Part 2Vows of Vengeance

"Caleb, this time is for real."

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

Caleb was starting to look impatient.

But then, a specific ringtone—one reserved for her—chimed through the room.

Caleb stood up straight, and as he answered the phone, his features softened instantly.

He let out a low chuckle, flirting as if I wasn't even in the room: "What is it now, my little troublemaker?"

"Oh, you're asking me? It's Valentine's Day!"

"Every other girl has her boyfriend with her, and my boyfriend is stuck at home with an old woman."

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

Caleb couldn't resist her pouting. He surrendered immediately: "Alright, alright. I'm coming to find you right now."

He hung up, the doting look still in his eyes.

But when he turned back to me, his voice was cold as ice.

"Honey, you aren't hitting menopause early, are you?"

"Why all the drama today?"

I watched his retreating back and sighed softly.

I had loved him too desperately, too pathetically. So much so that when I finally meant it, no one believed me.