Like I was beneath him. His friends laughed. One even wrinkled his nose.
My hands trembled around the cloth. I felt myself shrinking, wishing I could melt into the floor. But I just kept wiping the same spot over and over because stopping would’ve broken me completely.
That night, I confronted him. “Why would you talk about me like that?”
He shrugged. “I told you not to work here.
You didn’t listen. Don’t make this my fault.”
No apology. No guilt.
Just… dismissal. I’m heartbroken. I’ve sacrificed everything for this boy, and he tossed me aside to look cool for five seconds.
I’m torn—should I quit the job I desperately need? Should I push him to understand how deeply he hurt me? Or should I step back and let him feel the consequences of his choices?
I keep wondering… am I overreacting? Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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