Chapter 7
Hearing that, Caleb gave a bitter smile, one that looked worse than crying.
“We’ve been together for nine years and finally had a baby. We were planning to get married next year.
“Whitney, you’re telling me you’re tired of it now? Do you even know what you’re saying?”
Half a month ago, I asked Caleb the same thing.
It was a stormy night; thunder crashed and lightning flashed.
He had spilled something on his shirt at dinner and asked me to bring him
a new one.
When I got to the hotel, tired and messy with my big belly, I overheard him and Lucille laughing and playing from the bathroom.
Lucille giggled and complained about Caleb making her all wet.
Then, she said with a smile that if I caught them playing around, I’d probably be so heartbroken I’d lose the baby and die on the spot.
Caleb just sneered and said, “They’re just annoying. It’d be easier if they both just died.”
Thinking back to that moment, I looked at him again.
“Do you still not get it? What I mean is, I’ve had enough of you.
“After spending nine years with trash like you, anyone would be sick of
it.”
“You’re lying!”
Caleb slammed his hand on the steering wheel, his chest rising and falling angrily as he sneered.
“Everyone knows I’m the only man you’ve ever been with. You once told me your biggest dream was to marry me.”
I tilted my head slightly. “You also said it was once.”
Caleb went pale and gritted his teeth, staying silent.
His silence wasn’t because of what I said.
It was because of the calm, nonchalant tone I used.
A feeling of unease gripped his heart tightly, like a snake wrapping around its prey.
He tried to push down the panic rising within him, squinting as he said, “Whitney, after everything we’ve been through, if you come back with me now, I’ll forgive this mistake and we can continue with our wedding plans.
“We’re still young. We can have another child.”
I stared at him blankly. “What wedding?”
Caleb pursed his lips. “Stop pretending, Whitney. You’ve been secretly making trouble for Lucille by causing all these issues on purpose. Aren’t you just trying to get me to marry you?”
His words amused me.
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“You’ve misunderstood, Mr. Johnston. I’m not marrying you because I don’t love you anymore.”
“What did you say?”
“Seems like you’re not hearing me.”
Holding onto my last bit of patience, I said clearly, “Caleb, I don’t love
you anymore.
“Please stop and don’t make this worse. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
He watched as I opened the passenger door and stepped out without hesitation.
Caleb’s eyes were full of a growing panic he couldn’t control.
He hurried out of the car after me and said, “Whitney, next Monday is our tenth anniversary.”
I turned to him calmly. “So?”
“You promised under the meteor shower that no matter what, even if the world changed, you’d be by my side every anniversary.”
His usually steady, cold voice trembled as he spoke.
“Whitney, you hate people who don’t keep their promises…”
