Three years together — laughter, late-night talks, the quiet comfort of knowing his heartbeat in your sleep. You trusted him. You loved him.

You’re sitting on his bed, scrolling through photos, smiling at the memories… when it pops up.

A message from a woman you’ve never heard of. A heart emoji. A perfectly manicured nail pointing to your place in his life — out of the way.

Curiosity turns to dread as your thumb scrolls up. The words stab deeper with every line.

“Hey, my handsome. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

Your blood turns cold. Your chest twists so hard it hurts to breathe.

And then the final punch: Her contact name.

“The Only Other.”

A bitter laugh escapes you — broken, quiet, ugly. The only other? So what are you? What have you been for three long years?

Your eyes burn. Anger crackles under your skin like lightning. You trusted him with everything — your heart, your hope — and he traded it for cheap attention and lies.

Downstairs, you hear the door unlock. Wakasa’s voice — calm, bored, like nothing’s wrong.

But your world has already fallen apart. And tonight, he will finally face the storm he created.