"No, it cannot be true. You cannot leave me like this. You cannot cheat me."
Her voice was shaking as she spoke to the empty car. The phone screen in her hand showed the truth she did not want to accept. Her eyes burned, and tears rolled down without stopping. Her chest felt tight, as if someone was pressing it hard.
She opened the car window with trembling fingers and threw the phone outside. It fell onto the road and disappeared into the darkness. She did not look back, because she knew she would break completely if she did.
She kept driving.
The roads were empty, quiet, and cold. The city felt far away, like it no longer belonged to her. Streetlights passed by one after another, glowing for a second and then fading behind her. They reminded her of memories that once felt warm but now only hurt. Her hands shook on the steering wheel, and her breathing was uneven. She did not know where she was going, and she did not care. All she knew was that she could not stay where she was.
Her mind kept going back to him. Yash.
His smile. His voice. His promises.
Seven years.
Seven years of love, trust, and dreams. Seven years of believing that she was safe with him. She remembered how they met, how he held her hand for the first time, how he said her name like it mattered. She remembered the nights they talked about their future, their wedding, their life together. She believed every word he said.
And now everything was gone.
Tears fell faster as her thoughts became heavier. Her heart felt tired, completely exhausted. She felt foolish for loving so deeply. She felt stupid for trusting someone so completely.
The pain was too much, and she did not know how to hold it anymore.
After a long time, she reached a bridge near a wide river. The sound of flowing water reached her ears even before she stopped the car. She parked on the side of the road and turned off the engine.
The sudden silence felt strange, almost painful.
She sat there for a moment, staring at nothing.
Then she opened the door and stepped outside.
The cold winter air touched her face, sharp and unforgiving. She pulled her coat closer around her body, but it did not help. The cold outside felt nothing compared to the cold inside her heart. She walked slowly toward the bridge railing. Her steps were unsteady, as if her body was already tired of carrying her pain.
Below her, the river flowed endlessly.
The water was dark and restless, moving forward without stopping. It did not care about love, betrayal, or broken promises. It just kept flowing.
She held the railing tightly and closed her eyes.
"Why?" she whispered. "Why did you do this to me, Yash?"
Her voice sounded weak, almost unfamiliar. The wind carried her words away, as if the world did not want to hear them. She opened her eyes, and tears blurred her vision.
"Tomorrow was our wedding," she said softly. "I was going to be your wife."
Her chest hurt so badly that she felt like she could not breathe. She remembered the dress she bought, the dreams she built in her heart, the future she imagined so clearly. Everything felt meaningless now.
"But you chose someone else," she continued. "Someone from your office."
She let out a small, bitter laugh. It did not sound like laughter at all. It sounded empty.
"How could you do this to me after everything we shared?" she asked, even though she knew there would be no answer.
Tears streamed down her face as memories rushed in without permission. The good days hurt the most. They reminded her of what she lost.
"Did I not deserve love?" she whispered. "Did I not give you everything I had?"
She had given him her time, her trust, her heart. She had stayed when things were hard. She had believed in him when no one else did. And still, it was not enough.
Seven years.
Seven long years together, and this was how it ended.
Her hands trembled as she held the railing. Her body felt weak, as if it could give up at any moment. The wind grew stronger, pulling at her hair and clothes. The night felt cold and heartless, like it was watching her silently.
"I cannot live without you," she said quietly. "You know me. You know how broken I am."
Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. She felt empty, lost, and completely alone. The pain inside her felt endless, like it would never stop.
She closed her eyes again.
"This pain is killing me," she whispered.
The river continued to flow below her, loud and restless. The wind blew around her, cold and sharp. The night remained silent, holding her there between everything she had lost and everything she could no longer see.