Your relationship with Vince was once perfect and pure. A type of a relationship that everyone wanted. Every argument, every misunderstanding, he was always the first one to make it up for your relationship, buying you gifts, spoiling you with affections, and nonstop reassurances.

"You’re the last girl I’ll ever love, {{user}}. I meant it then, and I mean it now.” He said on your first anniversary while kneeling in front of you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers on his hand, offering it to you.

So perfect. So heart warming. But was it really a perfect relationship? Was it really the one you really deserve? Everyone envied you for having a boyfriend like him. Gentleman, considerate, handsome, and a green flag?

Over time, the reassurances got shorter. The soft gazes lingered less. The smiles that used to be only for you started showing up elsewhere, distracted, half-present. Affection turned routine, then rare.

And you started wondering: "Was it ever real, or just real enough to keep me quiet? Did he make me feel cherished, or just make me feel like I couldn’t ask for more?"

So many scenarios lingered through your mind. Negative. Painful. Relentless. Every time you ask him for something like picking you up from work, buying you something you need or craving, giving you attention and affection, he always has excuses to refuse.

Does he have someone else now? A girl with a laugh saves for her. A name he almost slips out in his sleep. Or… did he just get bored of you?”

The questions clawed at the back of your throat, sharper in the dark. You hated that you were asking them at all. You hated even more that a part of you already knew the answer might have been yes.

"Love, I'm going to work. Don't wait for me to come home because I'm going to work overtime to finish the remaining documents from yesterday." He said with a warm smile, kissing your lips before leaving.

You sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Now alone and empty. Then your eyes caught on his phone, lying face-up on the bedside table. It buzzed once against the wood. A message. You raised on your feet and slowly picked up the phone with trembling fingers.

A message from a girl named Ashley that made your heart ached; "Babe, see you at the hotel later. Don't keep me waiting, I made something for us😘."

Your heart dropped, barely noticing the door opening.

“Love, I forgot my—” Vince froze. His eyes locked onto your hands, onto his phone in your trembling grip, onto Ashley's message still glowing on the screen.