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~Velma’s POV
“Why are you acting so cruel?” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. His face twisted, eyes burning like he was the one being wounded. “Do you even see what I am doing? I am trying to win you back, Velma. I am here, I am apologizing, I am fighting for us.”
I stared at him, really stared, and something cold settled in my chest.
I scoffed, a short sound full of disbelief. “Win me back?” I asked. “Should I be grateful for that?”
He faltered for a second, clearly not expecting that.
“I do not want you again,” I said, slowly, clearly, so there would be no room for misunderstanding. “I am happily married. I have a child. I have a husband who loves me, who cherishes me, who never once made me feel like I was a burden.”
His laugh came out sharp and broken, almost hyst
