Laura drove back home, her vision blurred by the flood of tears that she couldn't hold back any longer. The painful weight of Jonathan's words settled in her chest, squeezing her heart with every breath. She had tried to stay strong, to put on a brave face, but now, in the quiet of her car, there was no one to pretend for.
Each tear that fell felt like another piece of her heart breaking, her grip tightening on the steering wheel as the reality of the situation sank in.
How could I have been so naive? she wondered.
She had given everything to Jonathan last night—her love, her trust, her body—and now it all felt like it meant nothing.
As the familiar sight of her house came into view, Laura pulled into the driveway, letting out a shaky breath. She wiped her eyes hastily, but the tears
