Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Chapter 10

After shouting those words, I felt a bit shocked at myself. While I was not exactly known for being gentle, people generally saw me as calm and composed.

Looking at Selena's stunned expression, I suddenly felt guilty. "I didn't mean it like that, but I just can't get past this," I said, shaking my head, at a loss for words.

I glanced at my phone and sighed. "Anyway, I need to go to work." I stared at her for a few seconds before turning to leave.

"I'm sorry for everything," Selena mumbled from behind me. The words stung, but I did not look back.

Instead of going to work that day, I bought several bottles of liquor and went home after requesting a week off. I knew I was throwing away my perfect attendance bonus and a week's salary, but I did not care about the financial hit.

That night, I drank eight bottles straight, one after another, until my stomach was on fire and my gut

bathroom. The next seven days passed in a blur-three days of drinking myself into oblivion, followed by three

I finally snapped out of it. I found an old photo of myself when I was younger and looked at my phone, where a bucket list I had once written stared back at

to live. So, I shaved off my scruffy

...

my colleagues saw me, they were

the stress getting to you?

I had no idea how Selena was doing. After deciding on divorce, I deleted all her contact information and limited my phone and