Allyson's POV
The moment Michael slammed the door, my world shattered into a million pieces.
Pain ripped through my chest like a blade, stealing my breath. I pressed both hands against my heart, desperate to hold myself together, but it was useless.
My knees gave out. I hit the floor hard, gasping as a broken sound tore from my throat.
I wanted to stay quiet, to swallow the agony whole, but I couldn't. The tears came fast and merciless, spilling onto the hardwood beneath me.
Michael's final words played on repeat in my mind, each echo driving the knife deeper.
"We're done. Nothing is ever going to happen between us again."
But those weren't the words that destroyed me.
It was the way he looked at me.
Like I was poison. Like I disgusted him. Like every moment we shared had been a lie he couldn't wait to forget.
The man who once held me like I was precious now stared at me like I was trash.
And the cruelest truth of all? I earned every second of his hatred.
