Chapter 11 The End of Love

After a long pause, Camden finally uttered, "I'm sorry." This time, he truly meant it. I could see it in his eyes—he had lost all hope. I froze for a second, but I felt nothing. Truly, nothing at all. From the moment I realized I loved Camden and wavered as I contemplated leaving to my final decision to walk away, I no longer cared about the consequences of the breakup. Everything Camden did afterward was just him stripping away the last bit of lingering feelings between us. I didn't need those three words anymore, even if he owed them to me. So I simply asked, "Why are you saying this now?" Camden hadn't expected my indifference. He mumbled, "When I got together with Winona, at first, I thought I was getting back at you. I did whatever I wanted—played games, watched TV, drank all I liked, and ate like a glutton. My appetite was the same, sometimes even better. "I didn't sit around drinking alone, thinking about you. I still wore the same clothes. I never lost weight from hea