Fooled Eleven Times, Freed at Last
Without warning, Paisley broke down, her tears falling onto my hand.
"Adrian, please don't go. I can't live without you. If you really want to get married, we'll go to the city hall tomorrow. I swear I won't leave this time, okay?" she pleaded.
Her gaze remained fixed on me, reflecting the same desperate look I once wore.
Without hesitation, I pulled my hand away and stepped back.
"I don't love you anymore. They say love begins to wane after seven years, but in truth, seven years can also erode every ounce of the passion that once burned so brightly. Let's end it here."