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Breaking Point

Author: Ms. Chiamaka
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-17 22:13:48

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, and Hannah stood by the counter, absentmindedly stirring her coffee. Her mind was racing with the bitter echoes of the past few weeks—the late nights, the whispered phone calls, and the distance growing between them.

When Ethan finally walked into the kitchen, his hair still damp from the shower, she turned to face him again, her heart pounding wildly. She couldn’t take this anymore. She couldn’t keep her anger contained anymore.

“Ethan,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. He paused, his hand halfway to the fridge, eyes narrowing slightly as he picked up on her tone.

“Hannah,” he replied cautiously, a little surprised that she was speaking to him.

Hannah set her mug down gently, locking eyes with Ethan despite the tense silence. “I need you to stop pretending everything is fine. I found the letter.”

Ethan’s entire body stiffened. The color drained from his face, and his eyes darted to the side, catching a glimpse of th
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