After some time, I finally lifted my head from the steering wheel. My face was wet, and my eyes felt swollen. I reached for the small mirror above me and looked at myself. For a moment, I barely recognized the woman staring back. I looked tired. Broken. But somewhere underneath all of that, I could see something else. I was done.
I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand and took a slow breath. I had spent too long trying to make Ryan happy. Too long wondering how to make him love me the way he used to. Too long begging for attention from a man who made me feel like I was never enough. I wasn’t doing it anymore.
I looked at myself again. “You’re done begging,” I whispered. My voice was quiet, but I believed in myself. I didn’t want to run back into that office. I didn’t want to ask Ryan
