*Ryan*

My grip on the steering wheel is tight as I drive. My eyes are fixed on the busy road, but my mind is far from it. The image of packed up luggage, littered around her whole apartment keeps replaying in my head, tormenting me and riling me up once again.

I can feel my blood boiling with rage, but at the same time, a wistful sadness washes over me. How could she do this to me? I curse under my breath, my lips pursing together as they are quivering.

I was under the ...