Your Recovery Was My Goodbye

I thought three years of devotion would win Adrian's heart.

When he was paralyzed, I stayed by his bedside, listening to him beg me through trembling breaths not to leave him like his first love did.

I gave him my first kiss and my first night.

He promised me that once he could stand again, he would marry me.

But when his legs finally healed, at his recovery party, he told everyone.

"Scarlett? She's just my housekeeper. She's not good enough for me."

He pulled his first love close and kissed her right in front of me.

That moment, I knew. It was time to leave.