“The phone, Theodore.” I pushed.
He let out a frustrated sigh but handed it over without protest. I stared at it in my palm, thumb hovering just above the screen.
Is this seriously what we’ve become?
I shook my head and handed the phone back.
“I’m not doing this,” I said, returning to pulling my clothes out of the drawers. “Not after everything.”
His brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
The words came out before I could process what they really meant. “I want to break up.”
“No.” He said without hesitation.
“Yes,” I insisted. “I’m done.”
“No, you’re not. We’re not done.”
“I’m not going to be in a relationship where I have to check your phone and worry about what you’re doing behind my back.”
“We aren’t done, Carmen.”
I didn’t respond. I turned away and grabbed my suitcases from the corner of the room, tossing the clothes into them in angry handfuls. He just stood there, watching.
When I finished, I zipped the bags shut and headed for the bedroom door—but he stepped in front of it, blocking my path.
“Move,” I said.
“Where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here. I’ll get a flight out tomorrow.”
“It’s two in the morning. Nothing’s open.”
“I’ll find something.”
“And then?”
“Then? It’s none of your business. I’m done with this.”
“No.”
“Move, Theodore.”
He didn’t.
Instead, he said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I had a girl in the room and didn’t tell you. I’m sorry about how I reacted with Marcus. Obviously, we have trust issues between us, but it will pass. We can work through it.”
“I can’t,” I said. “I just can’t.”
“You can and you will because you ain’t leaving me.”
“Don’t put it on me like I decided to do this out of nowhere,” I snapped. “I’m not the one with the fucking problem. I want out because I don’t trust you.”
Theo nodded slowly. “Okay.”
I blinked. “Okay?”
