The wallpaper on his phone was a picture of them at a yacht party, laughing together, looking like they didn’t have a care in the world. As reality sank in, tears started to run down my face. Six years—gone, crashing down in an instant.
I couldn’t resist the urge to dig deeper. I opened his social media accounts. One of them was full of their pictures and videos together.
The caption on a recent post read, “My one and only, Mi amore.”
Mi amore. That was what he used to call me during our first year together. Now, the words felt like a cruel joke.
I opened his messages, and my heart twisted as I read their conversation.
"I miss you already, Jax. Can't wait to see you again."
The call history was packed with her number, and the messages were flooded with heart emojis and little notes of affection that made my stomach churn.
All this behind my back? All this while he acted like I was his whole world?
I felt numb, then furious, then back to numb. I forced myself to stay calm, fighting the urge to question what I had done wrong, to blame myself for his betrayal.