My Alpha Regretted Letting Me Go

Eight years of secretly loving Liam Smith, and I finally slept with him.

The next day, I overheard him on the patio, taking a call:

"It was just a one-night stand. Marry her? You've got to be kidding. Just give her some money and send her packing."

I didn't cry or make a scene.

I got dressed, went home, and dragged out the box filled with eight years of memories.

Stolen photos, movie ticket stubs, a button he'd lost—everything went straight into a black trash bag.

As the garbage truck rumbled past, crushing everything, I breathed a sigh of relief.