Chapter 5

Adam froze, then sighed in relief.

"Okay."

His answer was firm, almost like he feared I'd change my mind. He looked me in the eyes, guilt mixed in his voice:

"I'm not in love with you anymore. I never planned on marrying you."

"You can think I'm an asshole, but it's the truth."

"Sorry."

I lowered my gaze, not wanting to look at him.

When we first got together, I had asked Adam, "I'm 14 years older than you. I’ll get old quickly, and you won’t love me then."

Back then, Adam would smile and pull me into his arms, kissing my forehead. "They say loved women don't age. I'll tell you I love you a thousand times a day, and you’ll never get old."

That day on, Adam always said he loved me.

Once he stopped saying it daily, I knew I’d grown old in his eyes.

The same Adam who used to say "I love you" all the time now easily says he doesn’t love me, for the sake of a breakup.

I found it almost funny.

Calmly, I nodded, "It's over."

Adam looked surprised at my calmness.