My brows knitted instantly, a surge of anger and hurt rising within me. "No."
His tone softened with a hint of pleading. "Let's not quarrel anymore, okay? I've missed you these days. I was wrong that day, I shouldn't have said those things to upset you."
But my voice remained icy, resolute. "It doesn't matter anymore. We've already broken up."
"Broken up?" His voice chilled further. "I didn't agree to that."
I retorted sharply, my patience snapping completely. "A breakup isn't a marriage, I don't need your consent."
Without hesitation, I hung up and blacklisted that number as well, severing the last thread between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt lighter somehow, as if I'd finally cut away a weight that had been dragging me down.
With that tie brutally cut, I turned
