Darlene’s pov
His betrayal hurt me more than words can express. It was excruciating to realise I was not good enough for him. The bond, his promises, and the time we spent together meant nothing to him. If it did, he wouldn’t have slept with someone else.
Lizzie noticed the gloom clouding my countenance. Although she didn’t question my reasons, she kept offering her support. She accompanied me everywhere - she even took me with her when she went to see her psychiatrist. I learned she had been in therapy for quite some time and had made remarkable improvements since she saved herself.
“Don’t worry. I assure you, your life will only get better. I’m not sure what brought you here, but I’m glad you had the courage to seek help,” she said.
My lips twisted into a half-hearted smile. Althou
