Elena's heart froze the moment she saw it —
"Nathan is typing…"
She sat up immediately, eyes glued to her screen, hands trembling.
The room felt smaller, her breath slower.
Then the message dropped.
Nathan: Lmao.
Will you take me back and give me a chance if I was you and I did what you did to me?
You probably won't.
Stop wasting your time.
I'll just say this because I need to be upfront about everything and finally get free of you.
Finding out you went back to your ex for money — and that you had sex with him — was devastating.
Trust me, it's so hard and heartbreaking to put into words how much it hurt.
I've been trying to process it, and honestly, it's been a struggle.
But I'll get over it. I'll get there.
And finally, I've realized that I can't continue with you.
Because I don't know how I can live with something that will torment me for the rest of my life if I stay with you.
If I had done something similar, I know you wouldn't forgive me — and I wouldn't blame you.
I can't pretend that things are okay or that I can just forget what happened.
The best thing for both of us is to end things.
I can't be around you anymore.
I truly wish you well.
And very important — please don't try to contact me or apologize again.
I want to believe you never existed, because any reminder will only stop me from healing.
Peace.
Elena just sat there, reading the words again and again.
Her chest tightened with every sentence.
Her tears came fast — not loud, not wild — just quiet and painful.
She couldn't even move. The message didn't feel real.
He said "believe you never existed."
Those words tore through her like glass.
She typed something, then erased it.
Typed again.
Deleted it again.
Until she finally found her voice — weak, shaking, but still there.
Elena: Sure thing. If this is how you want this to end, then listen up.
Think of it this way…
You've been praying for a child for years. Then your wife finally gives birth. Everything's fine, until one day the child gets sick — really sick.
You'll do anything to save that child, right?
And then your worst enemy shows up, offering help — but with a price: sleep with me first.
You'd do it. Not because you want to, but because you'd be blinded by the need to save your child.
Sometimes in life, we do what we have to do to survive.
If it were you that did this, I would forgive you and take you back.
Why? Because I love you that much.
I'd sit my ass down and try to understand, even if it hurts.
That's how deep my love for you goes.
If you went through half the things I did, you'd understand better.
You don't love me enough to understand my reasons.
I'm not defending what I did — it's wrong, I know. But I was fighting alone.
You think if I asked for help, you'd have helped? Maybe. But if you saw the weight I was carrying, you'd probably run.
You can't even carry your own problems without collapsing — so how would you carry mine?
I've always been transparent in this relationship, even when I didn't have the words.
I didn't question you for going through my phone, because I had nothing to hide.
You, on the other hand — you've got your own secrets.
You think I don't know you tell your friends things about me?
Maybe that's why you ran straight to those chats.
And funny enough, I don't even know your phone password.
You said you were being honest, but were you really?
If you truly loved me like you said, you wouldn't have run away.
You'd have stayed and tried to understand.
You say it's painful — trust me, it's painful for me too.
I can't even forgive myself yet. That's how bad it hurts.
But I respect your decision.
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here writing this.
I left some notes for you back at your house.
If you ever find them — don't read them. Trash them.
Like you said, you'll get over me.
I'll try to do the same.
"Act like I don't exist"? That line cut deep.
You talk like I hurt you on purpose, like I played you.
But if I was a girl who played games, that man wouldn't have used me for three years straight — manipulating me, breaking me.
So yeah… I'll act like you don't exist too.
I only did what I thought I needed to survive without dragging you into my mess.
I wish you well too, Nathan.
And I'm not angry that you're leaving me — I'm just disappointed.
Because you didn't love me like you said you did.
Foolish me.
Sorry, but I'll have to block you to heal.
Healing is weird…
and now, I have to start mine from the beginning.
It hurts.
Peace.
She hit send —
and for the first time in weeks, she didn't wait for a reply.
She just placed the phone down beside her,
took a long, deep breath,
and whispered to herself,
"This is it."
Her tears didn't stop that night —
but something in her chest did.
That constant hope that maybe he'd come back.
It went quiet.
For the first time in a long while, Elena didn't feel like waiting.
She just wanted to learn how to breathe again.