His Betrayal, My Beautiful Rebirth

table Ex." Kellen' s PR machine worked overtime, painting me as the villain, Cherrelle as the fragile victim, and him as the selfless hero sacrificing his love for his troubled

till healing, was a constant reminder of Kellen' s betrayal. It wasn't just the physica

empty apologies, swearing that "when this blows over," we'd get married, just as he'd promised countless times before. But his phone would buzz

thout you." Then they escalated, twisted and cruel. Pictures of Kellen and Cherrelle, cozy at dinner, laughing, sometimes eve

tender, intimate gesture. Her caption: "My hero. My everything." The accompanying message: "

re through me, silent but deafening in the confines of the apartment. This wasn't just manipulation; this was pure, unadul

the digital scars she' d left. But something had changed. The exhau

wasn't there to pick me up. Cherrelle had another "emergency." I took a cab back to t

he doorstep, was Cherrelle, her face alight with a smug, triumphant smirk. And be

d in a placating gesture. "Cherrelle's... she's not doing

tried to push me off a stage, Kellen. She ruined

aid so. He said I need the stability. And you," she waved a dism

r hand reaching for the knob. "Now, if you'll excuse m

herrelle and me. "Cherrelle, you can stay here, but you will

park of hope, ignited in my che

hing I've been through? I'm having a panic attack! My chest is tight! I can't bre

caught between her manufactured crisis and my silent, accusing gaze. He

e entreaty. "Just... for a little while. I'll m

her performance escalating. My face remained impassive. The spark of hope had died, replaced by

oice eerily calm. "I

e. My lack of fight, my serene acceptance, w

and swept into the apartment, her heels clicking triumphantly on the marble floor. "Perfect! I'll

dically folding my clothes, placing my few cherished belongings into a single suitcase. My guitar, my songwriti

framed photo of Kellen and me, from happier times. She loo

ice a cruel sneer, "this picture is

om. It shattered against the wall with a sickening crunch. Glass fle

n roared, rushing

mistake." She picked up another item from the coffee table – a delicate ceramic

n grabbed her arm, but she

"She's trying to steal you from me! S

tacky!" With a violent swing, she brought it down on the coffee table, splitting it in two. T

of any emotion. I gripped the handle o

ising speed. She blocked my path, her eyes blazing. "Where do you

eighed a good ten pounds. "Leaving already? Without saying goodbye?" The sculpture swu

me?" she hissed, her face contorted with fury. "You t

ick enough. It connected with my shoulder, a dull, sickening thud. The pain explode

moved, a frantic, belat

hed me with both hands, her full weight behind the shove. I lost my

scream tearing from my lungs. The last thing I saw was Kellen' s horrified face, frozen in a silent scream of his own, and Cherrelle, her

. Complete. Ut