Chapter 8

I hadn't put a lot of force into slapping him, but Connor was frozen in place afterward. He could not fathom how someone could possibly let go of a seven-year crush just like that. Had I never loved him? How could that be possible? Everyone who saw us interacting always commented about how much I adored Connor with a longing expression on their faces. This included our friends, colleagues, and relatives. Even Connor himself believed I would never leave him as long as he didn't dump me. How prideful he'd been… Suddenly, Connor picked up on me asking Zack whether his face was fine. Then, Zack cradled my palms and asked me whether it hurt or not. Clenching his fists, Connor roared, "Jane, I'm the man you loved for seven years! How could you treat me like that for a stranger?" I chuckled and replied, "How many times do you need me to repeat myself for you to understand? I, Jane Blackwood, don't want you anymore." As I took Zack's hand and dragged him away, tears streamed down C