I glanced up at her, and her eyes were full of shock. "Break up? Ian, do you want to break up with me?"
I didn't have any more patience to answer her and grabbed my suitcase to pack my clothes. "Yes, I'm breaking up with you."
"Honey, why do you want to break up with me? Is it because of what happened with Charlie? Charlie and I..."
My patience was limited, and I withdrew my hand. "Stella, we should leave each other with dignity. Besides, I don't really have anything worth keeping for you, so let's just break up peacefully."
"Ian, are you sure you want to break up with me? Charlie has just returned home, and we are just friends. I can't help it if you insist on thinking that way."
"You're just good friends, so Charlie has stayed at our house for a night, and by the way, you slept together," I sneered.
"What are you talking about, Ian? Do you have any evidence to accuse me so wrongly? Fine, if you want to break up, let's do it. We don't have to get married, and I have too much to do to care about you!"
In our seventh year together, we had agreed to get married, but things didn't work out.
