Aiden reached out, attempting to grab my hand, but I dodged him with a sideways move.

“Amelia, please don’t be so cruel,” he pleaded.

“You’ve left me for over a month, and I’ve finally realized what I want. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. Please, give me another chance, just once.”

Despite his desperate pleas, I felt only annoyance, not happiness. I closed the door, shutting him outside.

It seemed our roles had reversed. He had once bought breakfast every morning, waited for me at the door, arranged meals to be delivered to my office, and driven me home after work.

When we were together, Aiden...