WHEN LOVE FAILS

CHAPTER 6 - The Second Heartbreak

Jeng's POV:

As I stood there, watching Karl from a distance, my heart felt heavy with a mix of confusion and betrayal. The laughter and lightness that once filled our relationship had been replaced by an unbearable silence.

I had thought we were building something meaningful, but seeing him with another man shattered that illusion.

Sometimes, I thought I had learned everything there was to know about love, but the pain from my second heartbreak with Karl felt unlike anything before.

My world crumbled when I discovered he had cheated on me after nearly two years together.

Memories of our happy moments flooded my mind—the times we talked for hours, the plans we made for the future, and the warmth of his smile. Now, those moments felt like a cruel reminder of what I was losing.

I can never forget that complicated night. I couldn't shake the thought that this might not have been their first encounter—that he had been deceiving me all along while we were together.

This was my second heartbreak, and it felt even more painful than the first.

I had allowed myself to love again, to hope that things would be different this time.

Yet here I was, standing on the sidelines while the person I cared about most was lost in someone else's embrace.

Reality repeatedly stabbed me with the truth that he had betrayed me.

When I got home, the world seemed to dim. Questions flooded my mind:

"Why? How could he do that to me?"
"Why did he cheat on me?"

Every corner of our apartment was filled with painful memories. I forced myself to say,

"This is not the end."

But with every tear, I felt my dreams vanish and my heart shatter.

The simple things that once brought me joy now became painful reminders.

"Jeng, you have to get up!"

I told myself as I stood at the door of our room. I knew I had to move on with my life, but the pain of that betrayal felt like an endless burden.

In the following days, I tried to keep up with my routine, but the hurt caused by Karl’s deception lingered endlessly.

I left the apartment, abandoning everything that reminded me of us.
I thought none of it mattered anymore.

He called me several times, asking to get back together, to reconcile, to return to how things were.

But my anger won, and I feared he would just betray me again after I had loved him wholeheartedly.

I couldn’t escape him in my thoughts. Every time I saw our friends, I felt the sting of his being with someone else.

"Enough, Jeng. You have to leave and move on."

I told myself, but the words weren’t enough to ease the pain. I knew it would be hard, but I had to remind myself that love isn’t always happy.