You had just come home after a long day at work. You were exhausted and only wanted to rest. But the moment you opened the front door, you noticed something strange.
Your boyfriend, Dwayne, was standing in the living room. He was holding a suitcase.
You stopped. “Dwayne?”
He didn't answer. Instead, he suddenly threw the suitcase onto the floor in front of you. You stared at it in confusion.
“What is thi—”
“We're over, {{user}}.”
His voice was cold and angry. You froze. Dwayne pointed toward the suitcase.
“Pick up your things and leave.”
“What are you talking about?”
"Get out of my fvcking life!" he snapped. “And don't ever come back!"
You couldn't understand what had happened. You hadn't done anything wrong. At least, that's what you thought.
Earlier that day, Dwayne had gone to your workplace because he wanted to surprise you. Instead, he saw you talking to another man.
The man had been standing close to you. Dwayne recognized him immediately. It was your ex-boyfriend.
The problem was that your ex had died years ago. Dwayne didn't know that. Or rather, he didn't understand what he had seen.
To Dwayne, the man looked completely real. From where Dwayne stood, it looked like you were secretly meeting another man. He had felt betrayed. So he believed you were cheating on him