He took a step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape or perhaps a justification that wasn't there. "I'm sorry," he muttered, the words feeling hollow even to his own ears.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound the heavy breathing of two individuals standing face to face. The air was thick with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging precariously in the balance. It was as if the very fate of their relationship hung on the edge of what was about to be said.

The accusations cut deep, and for a moment, he seemed to shrink, the man she once knew dwindling before her eyes. But then, a hardened look took over, a defensive mechanism clicking into place.

"Sorry?" The word came out as a laugh, tinged with disdain. "You think sorry is enough? After everything we've been through, after all the promises you've made, you just...you just assume it's okay to throw it all away like that?"

"How could you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

"You're not perfect either," he shot back, a hint of venom in his tone. "You've been distant, always busy with your own things. I felt neglected, like I was just an afterthought to you."