Chapter 87

Abrar

Why was she always trying to hurt me? First betraying me, then doing something I could never tolerate. She cried a lot. It literally forced me to go to her and console her in my arms. She knew that I couldn't tolerate this. Still, she was hurting me more with her tears.

Each word that came out of her mouth, pierced my heart. The confession I wanted was no more special to me.

Yes, my heartbeat fastened when she confessed her love for me. But she cried like this on the streets that night. I trusted her, she looked real. When she said that fake story, she seemed to be real.

She was such a good actor which haunted me.

Should I trust her again?

Could I?

Did she really love me or did she only want her truth to be safe again?

My love for her still existed and would always exist, but my trust in her—

I couldn't trust her anymore.

I was sitting beside the bed on the floor, my head pinned on the bed as I stared