Is This Karma?

My tears hadn’t stopped since I left Bobby’s office. My heart still hoped he would call my name, take my hand, pull me into his arms, and say that everything had been a misunderstanding. But no. That hope was nothing more than a lie I told myself to survive.

I turned around. I couldn’t live without him. I didn’t know where else to go. And so, with trembling knees, I fell to the floor and knelt before him.

“Please… don’t leave me. I’m begging you…”

I didn’t care about pride anymore. I had already lost everything. Love. Hope. Even myself.

Then it came — a flash from the past. Andre had done the same. He knelt before me, begged me not to leave. And I turned my back on him. Without mercy. Now, I was the one in his shoes.

This is karma.

Bobby looked at me like I was nothing more than trash.

“Get out, Selvia. Or I’ll drag you out myself,” he said coldly. “Don’t you have any shame? You’re pathetic.”