I went to check on my lover, fearing that he was too sick to contact me back. But what I discovered des:troy:ed my trust and left my life whirling. Days later, the person I never expected showed up at my door, and we began something that would change my life forever.<\/p>\n
My lover, Jace, had not visited in days, claiming to be weary, but something about his explanations bothered me.
\nI finally gave up and called his number.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry I didn\u2019t text you. I just fell asleep. I\u2019m not feeling great\u2014might have a fever or something.\u201d<\/p>\n
He coughed harshly into the phone, making me grimace. \u201cLook, I\u2019ll text you later,\u201d he muttered, his words rushed.<\/p>\n
If Jace was truly sick, I couldn\u2019t just sit there and do nothing. I would take care of him, whether he wanted it or not. That is what girlfriends do, correct?Inside, I picked up some fresh fruit, tea, and a package of throat lozenges, imagining how grateful Jace would be when I arrived.<\/p>\n
When the doors slid open, my heart stopped. There he was\u2014Jace\u2014with his arms around a lady I did not recognize.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like you\u2019re feeling better,\u201d I said, my voice louder than I intended, cutting through the quiet hallway.<\/p>\n
He stepped toward me, his hand stretching out as if it might make everything better. \u201cI can explain.\u201d
\nI tossed the grocery bag at him, spreading the fruit across the floor.<\/p>\n
He did not call after me or try to stop me, which made me happy. He was not worth it. Not anymore.<\/p>\n
A few days had passed since I saw Jace in the elevator with another woman. He hadn\u2019t called, texted, or even sent a pitiful apology.So I texted him, my fingers quivering from anger. After a few minutes, he responded.<\/p>\n
@Jace:<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s meet tonight at 6 p.m., at our caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Each time the door opened, I looked up, expecting to see him. But Jace didn\u2019t appear.<\/p>\n
At 8 p.m., I was furious. Finally, my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
@Jace:<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t come. I can\u2019t stand seeing you so sad like this.<\/p>\n
When I finally got home, the fury still burned in my chest.
\nThen, as I turned the corner, I froze. Standing outside my apartment was her. The woman from the elevator. She looked nervous like she\u2019d been waiting for me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to talk to you,\u201d she said, her tone calm but uneasy. \u201cI feel like I owe you\u2026 more than just a conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned back to her, sighing deeply. \u201cFine. Come in,\u201d\u201cWhat\u2019s your name, anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAshley,\u201d she said softly, her eyes darting to the floor.<\/p>\n
Ashley sat at the table, folding her hands nervously. \u201cYou didn\u2019t know about me,\u201d she began. \u201cBut I knew you existed. Jace told me he had a girlfriend, but he said you were awful to him. He claimed you ignored him, flirted with other men, made him feel worthless.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like the jerk fooled both of us,\u201d<\/p>\n
Ashley grinned a wicked, mischievous grin. \u201cRe:ven:ge,\u201d she said simply. \u201cYou know how much of a homophobe Jace is?\u201d
\nAshley and I wasted no time putting our plans into action. We established numerous profiles for Jace on various dating sites, meticulously curating his \u201cinterests\u201d and posting photographs from his social media.Though we couldn\u2019t count the actual number of calls, Jace\u2019s texts told us everything we needed to know. \u201cWho are these people?\u201d \u201cWhy won\u2019t my phone stop ringing?\u201d His desperation drove us to keep going.<\/p>\n
Our phones were constantly buzzing with Jace\u2019s texts and calls. \u201cYou have to stop this,\u201d he wrote. \u201cPlease, I\u2019m begging you!\u201d<\/p>\n
@Me:<\/p>\n
We can stop, but there\u2019s one condition.<\/p>\n
@Jace:<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll do anything. Just stop.<\/p>\n
I sent him the money\u2014enough for a two-week holiday in Spain.<\/p>\n
Ashley and I banned Jace\u2019s phone number after sending him that final text message. There was nothing left to say. The moment felt strangely satisfying, like closing the chapter on a dreadful book I\u2019d been stuck with for far too long.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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