Spring no longer comes

I forgave Julian Davies twice.

The first time, he cheated, and I caught them red-handed.

The girl herself pleaded on her knees, claiming Julian was drunk and unaware.

I believed her.

The second time, he told me, "Willow is pregnant. Once she has the baby, things will go back to how they were."

I believed him again.

It wasn't until later, all because of a single word from Willow, that he tore down my dance studio—my only solace—and stomped on our cherished love token.

When I cried, he lashed out, calling me cruel.