Beneath the Perfect Disguise, I Quietly Slipped Away Chapter 4

At first, I just had insomnia.

I couldn't help but replay every detail of our time together.

I was afraid I had misjudged him, that I had wronged him.

I started scrolling through our chat history.

The more I looked, the sadder I got.

The more I looked, the more I hated.

I started to hate Connor Pierce.

Six years. Six whole years.

I hated that he could throw me away so easily, like tossing out trash.

At 4 AM, I deleted all his contact information.

I climbed out of bed, stuffed all his belongings into garbage bags.

I threw them ruthlessly into the dumpster downstairs.

I thought doing all this would make me feel better.

But it was like trying to smash a mosquito that was torturing me—the blood that splattered was my own.

I went to work on time, pretending nothing happened.

But only I knew—

A huge chunk of my heart had been gouged out.

That piece originally belonged to Connor.

Later, it rotted.

To survive, I carved out the rotten flesh.

But the wound was too deep. I wasn't going to make it.

My emotions collapsed completely when I saw him at the company meeting.

Connor remained unflappable, calm, and composed.

He looked even more high-spirited than before.

It was as if losing me had zero impact on him.

Madison secretly made eye contact with him, blushing like a high schooler.

I started staying awake all night, every night.

I vomited everything I ate.

Connor didn't use social media.

So I scrolled through Madison’s apps like a maniac.

Analyzing every post she made related to Connor.

Until I fainted from low blood sugar at work and was rushed to the hospital.

Connor condescended to visit me.

Twenty-nine days after the breakup.

He lazily spun the ring on his finger—our couple's ring.

"Rory. You've lost weight."

My eyes were dull as I spoke numbly.

"I'm sorry."

Connor revealed a triumphant smile.

We got back together.