If I could, I wouldn’t want to go back to the house I once shared with Ryan.
But I still had a lot of things there, including a photo of my mother and me.
So, I had no choice but to go back and collect them.
I called a moving company and directed them as they carefully packed up my belongings, one by one.
To my surprise, Ryan showed up just as I was finishing.
The moment he saw the scene, he understood immediately.
His face darkened, and he rushed over to me, his voice sharp. “Susan, what do you’re doing?”
I looked him in the eye and replied coolly, “I’m moving out. Can’t you tell?”
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Ryan took a deep breath, his voice low as he asked, “Are you sure you want to leave?”
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I nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”
He stared at me for a moment before a sneer appeared on his face. “Enough, Susan. It’s time you stopped throwing a tantrum.”
Ryan was always so arrogant, so sure of himself.
He seemed to think that no matter what he did to me, I would come crawling back to him like a loyal dog as long as he snapped his fingers.
After all, I had loved him with such humility in the past. That, I realized, had given him the wrong impression.
