𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕞
📍ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕠𝕣𝕜 ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪
Gio sat slouched in the chair, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders, a half-empty glass of bourbon loosely gripped in his hand. He was heartbroken completely shattered.
He had given everything he had to women, only to have his heart trampled on time and time again. He was done. Done giving his love, only for it to be taken advantage of. He was tired, emotionally drained, and hollow inside.
Finding out that his girlfriend of three years had been cheating for most of their relationship had broken him in ways he didn’t know were possible.
He had done everything to make her happy showered her with affection, bought her designer clothes, paid her bills, and made sure she felt loved and appreciated. He thought they were good, that he had done everything right.
But now, as he stared into his drink, he couldn’t help but wonder where it all went wrong. He had tried to be everything for her mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Yet, the entire time, he had been the one suffering in silence, his own mental health unraveling while he focused on making her happy.
What had he gotten in return? A Shein cart and bills that didn’t even have his name on them. He was the one who had needed love, attention, and support, but instead, all he got was heartache.
While he was bending over backward to make sure she was straight.
Not once did she ever stop and ask him if he was okay. Gio had simply ignored it, convincing himself that just having someone in his corner was enough.
He hated being alone, so he brushed aside his own needs, prioritizing hers instead.
When he heard the bedroom door creak open, he lifted his head and was met with the sight of his girlfriend trying to sneak back into the house.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands reading 3:39 AM, and shook his head in disbelief.
Maria's heart sank when she spotted her belongings packed into bags strewn around the room. She looked over at Gio, the weight of realization crashing down on her she knew she was caught.
“Bab—”
“Bitch, I ain’t yo baby. Wrong nigga,” he interrupted sharply, his tone cold and cutting.
“Why?” he asked, tilting his head as he regarded the woman who had once meant everything to him, now just a ghost of his past.
“I gave yo ass everything you could ever want or need! Even when I couldn’t, I still made a way, and this is how you do me!” His voice rose in frustration, filled with a mix of betrayal and pain.
Each word was laced with the memories of all he had sacrificed for her, the love he had poured into their relationship, now feeling like a distant echo against the stark reality of her deceit.
Maria looked at him, taken aback by the venom in his words. He had never spoken to her this way before he was cold to everyone but her, always the patient partner.
“G-Gio, I’m sorry,” she stammered, desperation creeping into her voice.
“You ain't got shit else to say but that??” he shot back, raising his voice in frustration. Annoyance flared in him as he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside.
“I just wanna know why, bruh!” he pleaded raising his voice while she stared at him with wide fearful eyes.
“Well, u-umm, for one, we don’t have sex much, and I’m a woman—I have needs,” she croaked out, her voice trembling.
