Part 7

Hearing my words, Jeffery Hoffman was utterly stunned. His tears began to fall, and he couldn't stop them.

He had always understood me—knowing that I was quiet by nature and rarely lost my temper with others. Even when he insisted on partying all night before an exam, causing me to miss it the next day, I had never been so distant with him. Speaking to him like this, in such a cold, final tone, was the most decisive farewell I could give.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jeffery wiped away his tears and nodded. “I understand.”

Without another word, he turned and left, his back stiff, his entire body trembling as he walked away, his sobs barely contained.

Not long after he left, I received a text message on my phone.

“Bella, wait for me. I’ll prove with actions that I’m worth your forgiveness.”

“Until I agree to break up, don’t get too close to another man!”