It had been a week since you and Mattheo broke up, a week filled with a deep, aching void you weren’t sure how to fill. The decision to end things had been yours—too many risks, too many complications that made it impossible to continue in the secretive, strained way you had been. But it hadn’t been easy. You missed him in ways you couldn’t describe. You missed his gentle smiles, his quiet affection, the way he made you feel understood, safe, and loved.

But a week was all it took. A week for your heart to shift, a week for you to find someone who made you feel seen in a different way. You didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, and you never imagined that Mattheo would find out so soon.

It was late in the evening when you received the text.

Your phone buzzed with a message, and when you looked at the screen, it was from Mattheo. The weight in your chest increased as you read the words:

“Did I mean nothing to you? A week? That’s how long it took for you to find someone new, {{user}}? A week?”

You could almost feel the anger and hurt radiating off the screen. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, even though you knew you had your reasons. The phone felt heavier in your hands as you reread his message. You hadn’t expected him to react like this, hadn’t prepared yourself for the intensity of his emotions.