I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Marcus had been cheating on me the whole time we were together. My mind was racing with so many emotions; anger, sadness, confusion, betrayal.
As I left the park, I felt so lost. What was I going to do now? I had put so much trust and love into Marcus, and he had shattered it all into a million pieces.
I walked home with tears streaming down my face, trying to keep my composure as I passed by strangers on the street. But the second I got into my apartment, I collapsed on the couch and let out a sob. The pain was too much to bear.
I sat there for what felt like an eternity, replaying all the moments Marcus and I shared. Had it all been a lie? Was he never really in love with me?
Suddenly, my phone rang, and I saw Marcus's name flash on the screen. Part of me wanted to throw my phone across the room and ignore him, but another part of me wanted answers.
I answered the phone, my voice shaky. "What do you want, Marcus?" I asked, trying to keep my anger at bay.
"Rachel, please hear me out. I know what I did was wrong, and I'm so sorry. Can we meet somewhere and talk about this?" he asked, his voice pleading.
Part of me wanted to say no, to cut him out of my life completely. But another part of me wanted closure, wanted to know why he had done this.
"Fine. We can meet at the coffee shop down the street in an hour," I said before hanging up the phone.
As I got ready to leave my apartment, I couldn't help but feel nervous about seeing Marcus again. Would he lie to my face again? Would he try to manipulate me into forgiving him?
When I arrived at the coffee shop, I saw Marcus sitting at a table with his head in his hands. He looked up when he saw me and immediately stood up.
"Rachel, I'm so sorry," he said, words filled with regret.
I sat down, not knowing how to begin the conversation. "Why did you do it, Marcus?" I finally asked, my voice trembling.
"It was a mistake. I was going through a rough time, and I didn't know how to handle it. I should have been honest with you, but I was scared of losing you," he replied, his eyes pleading with me to understand.
But I couldn't understand. How could someone so loving and caring do something like this? He had shattered my trust, and it would take a long time to rebuild it.
"I don't know if I can ever forgive you, Marcus. You broke my heart," I said, my voice cracking with emotion.
"Please, Rachel. I love you so much. Can we work through this together?" he asked, his eyes begging for forgiveness.
I sat there, not responding for what must have been minutes, trying to decide what to do. The love I felt for him was still present, but the hurt he caused was overwhelming.
"I need some space, Marcus. I don't know if I can work through this right now," I finally said, standing up and walking out of the coffee shop.
As I walked down the street, I felt the weight of the situation crash down on me. My heart was aching, and I didn't know how to make it go away. All I knew was that I needed time to heal, time to think about what I wanted to do next.
