WHY ME!!!

CHAPTER 1 - The Beginning (Rewritten & Polished)

AURORA POV:

For five years, Felix has been my whole world-my lover, my comfort, my mistake. And yet, for the past month, he has been a ghost wearing the face of the man I loved. Not a single call. Not a single text. Nothing. Silence where there used to be affection.

I tried. Lord knows I tried.

I went to his apartment every few days, desperate for a glimpse of him, desperate for a reason not to worry. But every time I got there, Sam, the security man at the gate, would give me the same rehearsed line:
"He isn't home, Miss Aurora."

But I always saw his car. Same spot. Same shine. Same proof that someone was lying-either Felix or Sam. And I didn't have the heart to accuse either of them.

I kept telling myself it was stress. Or work. Or something I did. I replayed our last conversation a hundred times, analyzing every laugh, every sigh, every silence. I searched for clues, reasons, warnings.

Nothing made sense.

All I knew was that I loved him. Deeply. Too deeply. And I had been loyal. Painfully loyal. I molded myself into the woman he wanted-quiet, obedient, invisible to every other man. Because Felix was possessive and jealous, and somehow... I normalized it. I allowed him to isolate me. No male friends. No outings. No nightlife. The only place he ever took me was to his hotel restaurant-Lexington Luxury Royal Suites Hotel, the luxury empire he inherited and expanded with pride.

And that's where I sat now, waiting for him.

He hadn't picked my calls in weeks. He hadn't replied to any message. But yesterday-after I had finally given up chasing him-he called, asking to meet at his hotel restaurant.

My heart leaped with hope. Maybe he missed me. Maybe he wanted to fix things. Maybe-

Then I saw him walk in.

My smile froze.

He looked... different. Colder. Distant. He walked toward me but offered no smile, no warmth-just a stiff frown that mirrored the man I had been afraid I was losing.

He sat in front of me, staring, silent and heavy with unspoken tension.

Ten minutes passed before I finally forced myself to break the silence.

"Would you like something to drink? Or-"

He raised a hand, cutting me off. His expression didn't change. His eyes were empty.

"Aurora," he said, voice flat.
"Let's break up."

My breath died in my throat.

Break up?
After five years?
After everything?

My mind exploded with questions-Why? What did I do? When did I lose him?-but my lips couldn't form a single one. My heart felt like it cracked, not just emotionally but physically, sharp and violent inside my chest.

He looked unaffected. Unbothered. As if ending us was as easy as ending a phone call.

I blinked through tears that blurred his face. I tried not to let them fall-I couldn't show weakness, not when my mother always said, "Even love should not make you spineless." But God... it hurt. It hurt so violently I pressed a hand to my chest, hoping to steady my breaking heart.

Then he continued, without guilt, without remorse, almost without humanity.

"You see, Aurora, for over a year now... I've been seeing someone."
Year. A year.
My soul sank.

"She's beautiful. Rich. The kind of woman who fits the life I want. And she's pregnant. I want to be there for her all the way. I plan to marry her."

The tears came too fast to hide.
The shaking followed.
The disbelief swallowed me whole.