Valerie’s POV

I stare at my bags waiting for Roger to pick me up and help me disappear for good from this place. I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to see Douglas without crying. All I know is I need him to be as far away from me as possible. As I picture him walking through the door before Roger comes pick me up, I realize I am still feeling the sore in my chest I felt the day I got home and found him hooking up with that whore.

As I look around the house one last time, I find our engagement ring on the table and can’t help thinking about everything we are not going to have. I swiftly remember the day he ask me to marry him. I was as happy as humanly possible because I truly thought he was the one. I thought we were going to be the happiest couple on Earth, we were going to have kids, perhaps four and they were all going to look just like their father. We were going to live in this beautiful house right next to Hyde Park in London and we were going to love each other every single day. I couldn’t be more wrong though.

We had been ten months engage, it might seem too much, but considering he is 23 and I am 18, it’s not that long. We weren’t thinking in getting married anytime soon anyway, we just knew we were made for each other and we wanted everyone to know we were spending our lives together. At least that was what I thought but apparently, Douglas’ plans were different.

"Valerie, please, let me talk to you. Let me explain."

"Really, Douglas? What the hell do you want to explain to me? I saw you together, I don’t need any explanations! Fuck, Douglas, you were my fiancé!"

"I missed you, okay? You are barely home! You are always working and you don’t seem to give a shit for this relationship, Val! I’m tired of leading the way every single time! We are not even married yet and you already put your job before our relationship! Do you even know how long has been since we had sex for the last time? A fucking month, Valerie!" He stops yelling and runs his hand through his hair. He softens his tone and his gestures. "I don’t even feel like you love me anymore. You just want me because I’m here for you and you know I’ll do anything you ask."

His voice is now soft and he is looking at me with watery eyes. Is he serious though? How could he dare to say those things to me? He is making me out as a bitch when he is the cheater. There is no way on Earth he is making me stay now. How could I even love this guy that much?

"What the fuck, Douglas? You have cheated on me and now you are trying to make me feel guilty? How can you dare to give me that shit? I’m sorry I’ve been working, Douglas! Are you listening to yourself? Come on! Don’t give me that bullshit! I am the one who has been a month without sex, not you! I missed you too and I didn’t cheat on you! And you are the one who doesn’t feel like I love you? Of course I did but now I’m done." I pick up my suitcase. If Roger isn’t coming I rather wait for him in a café or wherever but here. "Don’t you even try to make me buy that fucking shit."

"I’m sorry, Valerie." He buried his face in his hands and cried. "I fucked up, but I love you so much! Please, trust me. Haven’t I shown that to you? I really want you to be my wife. I promise you if you give me another chance, I’m not messing up again." He continued sobbing and I almost gave in remembering the day we met at Matt Corby’s concert. "Please, just forgive me."

"I can’t, Douglas. I can’t be with someone who has cheated on me even before we got married. What am I suppose to expect from you? I am not forgiving you and I don’t even wanna see you anytime soon so please just leave me alone. I think you have already hurt enough."

I turn around to live and by the time I’m at the door I remember all the times we have gotten back together after going up and down.

"And just for the record, this time we are never ever getting back together."

I leave his engagement ring and a box full of the things he gave me for my birthdays and our anniversaries during these three years at the door. I just want him out of my life forever.
As I laid down on the hotel bed that very same night, completely exhausted from all of this, I felt a hole in my chest. Emptiness, the most terrible shallowness I had ever felt. I didn’t have heartache because my heart had been ripped out of my chest the minute I knew Douglas and I were done. It was in that very moment, lying on the hotel bed looking to the ceiling, when I knew I was done with love for good. I don’t want to be in a relationship ever again.

Notes

Hi everyone!

So to be honest this is the first time I write any story and English is not even my mother language, so forgive any nonsense I write, please! I won't tell you where I am from though because you will probably figure it out as you read the story. I'm so excited with this and hope you like it :)