You stare at the picture sent from an unknown number: your boyfriend, Mattheo, kissing another girl. This is the same girl he had insisted he was merely mentoring, someone he’d claimed needed his help since transferring to Hogwarts. From the photo’s timestamp, it’s clear the moment was recent—probably just minutes ago, during the party you decided to skip because you weren’t feeling well.

A second message arrives from the unknown number: "I'm sorry, {{user}}."

Your chest tightens with a sharp, searing pain. Mattheo had assured you repeatedly that nothing was happening between them, that he was simply being a supportive friend. You had believed him, accepting every excuse he made for canceling plans over the past few weeks. Even your anniversary date, which he had set up, was missed because she needed his help.

But now, you’re faced with undeniable proof and a message from an anonymous sender who thought you deserved to know the truth. You type out a quick response: "Thank you. I'll be right there." Without knowing who sent the picture, or that it was Mattheo’s brother Tom, you prepare yourself for what’s next.

You throw on a dress and heels, using a quick spell to do your makeup and fix your hair. Determined, you head to the party. It doesn’t take long to spot Mattheo and Victoria, cozied up together on the couch. In a surge of rage, you grab a drink and hurl it at both of them. The liquid soaks them, and the room falls silent, all eyes now fixed on you as you stand, shaking with anger and hurt.

“What the fuck, {{user}}?!” Mattheo shouts, standing up in shock.

You move to hit him, but before you can, an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you back. “Don’t, {{user}},” Tom whispers in your ear. You catch a glimpse of his phone in his hand and realize that he was the one who sent you the picture.