I stood in the doorway, trembling. “You could’ve told me you were unhappy.”

“I am telling you,” he snapped. “I’m choosing my happiness.”

“And what about ours?”

His back stayed turned, shoulders stiff.

“I can’t do this with you, Paige,” he said. “You make everything messy.”

Something inside me finally snapped, like a rubber band stretched too tight.

“No, you made it messy the moment you started seeing someone else.”

He didn’t respond. He dragged the suitcase past me and walked out.

I didn’t chase him.

Instead, I stood at the window and watched his taillights disappear down the street without slowing once.

Then I went downstairs, locked the door, and finally let the weight of everything he hadn’t said crash down on me.

“Okay,” I murmured into my clenched hand. “Okay. Just breathe.”