Chapter 7

While Connor explained himself to me, I merely looked down at my phone to check the time. Then, I cut in calmly, "Who Giselle is to you has nothing to do with me. Connor, I would've broken up with you even if Giselle wasn't in the picture." I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my wrist. "Jane, we've been dating for seven years. Do you remember what you whispered in my ear the day we got together? You said you liked me, and that you always would. As long as our hands remained entwined, your love for me would grow by the day." I pried his fingers off me. "Connor, even if we'd been together for seventy years, I would've dumped you without remorse, let alone seven years. You better not take a woman's honeyed words seriously." Connor's hand fell. Ignoring his internal anguish, he smirked with teary eyes and mocked me. "Don't worry, Jane. You're not as important as you think you are." He bought a ticket for the next flight out and left the restaurant. As I watched his retreating b