fourty seven

Vanessa’s POV

As I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face, a wave of sadness washed over me. I felt a deep ache in my chest as if my heart had been shattered into a million pieces. The words Dante had spoken echoed in my mind, replaying over and over again like a broken record. Each syllable felt like a sharp dagger, piercing my soul. I couldn’t believe that he had the guts to speak to me like that after cheating on me with my sister.

My body trembled with the weight of my emotions. I buried my face in my pillow, trying to muffle the sobs, but the pain was too overwhelming. The room felt suffocating as if the walls were closing in on me. I longed for solace, for someone to hold me and tell me that everything would be okay.

At that moment, I questioned my self-worth. I wondered if I had done something to him to deserve such cruelty. Thoughts of self-doubt and insecurity flooded my mind, threatening to consume me entirely. Why do I always end up hurt and alone? I allowed myself to