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How you made a fool of me?!
You're nothing but a traitor, Rosalie! You used me!"
Her words echo in my ears now, and I realize I never gave her a chance to speak.
I was so blinded by anger and betrayal that I couldn't see past my hurt.
But what if there's more to her story?
What if there's a reason she hid her identity from me?
"Shit, Felix. What have you done?" I ask myself, rubbing my temples.
How could I let my pride and anger ruin the best thing ever happening to me?
As much as I want to wallow in self-pity, I know there's no time for that.
If I want to make things right with Rosalie and understand her side of the story, I must find her first.
"I need closure," I argue with myself, finding reasons to get her back, my voice barely audible.
With new determination, I force myself out of bed and into the cold morning air.
There's so much I need to do and so many questions I need answered, but one goal stands above all: finding Rosalie and repairing our shattered love.
"Em... Rosalie's room. I need to find anything that'll help me track her down," I mutter as I pace the hallway outside her door.
My heart races as I remember the nights we spent together and how she made me feel alive in a way I didn't think possible.
I take a deep breath and push open the door to Rosalie's room.
The scent of her perfume still lingers in the air, and my chest tightens at the thought of her being gone.
"Alright, Felix, focus," I tell myself, scanning the room for any clues.
"Where would she go? Who would she turn to?"
My eyes land on her neatly organized desk, and I begin rifling through the scattered papers.
Most of them are mundane - bills, receipts, instruction manuals for coding - but one piece of paper catches my eye.
"Hey, wait a minute," I whisper, snatching up the small, folded note with shaky hands.
Unfolding it carefully, I read the hastily scribbled words.
List of books for pregnancy.
"List of books for pregnancy?" I repeat, puzzled.
There's no reason why she would be interested in this.
Was one of the women at our office pregnant?
"Damn it, Rosalie, why couldn't you have just told me what was going on?"
I sigh, frustration bubbling up inside me.
But I know that dwelling on my regrets won't bring her back. I need to act, and I need to act now.
