From Chapter 22

Tom was inside his truck, which had been home to many hours of our lovemaking. Next to him was a petite blonde girl, half-hidden from view. The blonde figure seemed to shift closer to Tom, and then, before I knew it, the truck was driving off.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I failed to breathe. Moments after watching Tom drive away with his new girl, I broke down, sobbing, full of revulsion and heartbreak. Every last inch of my body felt the loss. I had ended the relationship, and it had broken my heart to turn my back on him, but that had been different; that breakup had been on my terms. This feeling of being replaced was utterly heart wrenching. I was powerless against the wave of emotion that rushed over me.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly and wholeheartedly deceived. I had known that I still loved Tom, and missed him, but I hadn’t realized how deep that love still went. And with one simple stroke, one terrible decision, Tom had ripped the love out of my heart and sent me plummeting down an endless chasm of pain. How could he do this to me? After all I had given him! My love, my devotion, my virginity! The most meaningful years of my life! All I could hear in my head, over and over again, was one phrase: please, please tell me why?