Each sentence, every punctuation mark—it was like a blade cutting through my heart. She was saying things she had never said to me, flirtatious, intimate things that didn’t match the composed, thoughtful Olivia I knew.
The Olivia in those messages was playful, seductive, and even shared private photos—things I had never seen before.Tears blurred my vision, and the mix of anger and betrayal threatened to tear me apart. Every message felt like a needle stabbing at my heart.My hands were shaking as I scrolled through her old texts, and each one was a blow to the love I had felt. All that love now had turned into a fire, burning me from the inside out.
I clicked on the last message my friend had sent—a link to an Instagram account. This account held all the proof of Olivia’s double life since college. Videos, voice messages, everything. There were clips of her hanging out with other guys, going on weekend trips, playing at theme parks, going skydiving—all the moments she’d spent with them, the secret life she had hidden from me.And me?
The man who had given her everything, her boyfriend, her fiancé—who she never even mentioned. It was as if I didn’t exist in her world. I was just a shadow, an afterthought, something to be forgotten.I knew, in that moment, that we were done.But how could I let it end like that?
