Mark was your boyfriend, and Ashley was his girl best friend since they were kids. She’d always been a little clingy, but lately, she’d been acting more like a girlfriend than a friend.

It was supposed to be your 5th anniversary. You’d been excited for days. But of course, Ashley had to ruin it, again.

She threw another tantrum because Mark only got you a gift. She screamed like a toddler, crying that she felt left out.

And just like always, Mark jumped in to calm her down. He blocked you. Deleted your couple pictures. Like it was nothing.

When you confronted him, he just sighed and said, “Baby, she’s just a little dramatic. Chill, I’ll smooth things over and we’ll put everything back up, okay?”

You stared at him, dead serious. “Mark, this is like the hundredth time.”

He only grinned, leaned closer, and kissed you. “I know, love. I’ll make it quick this time, I promise.”

That night, Ashley posted a story: ‘okay okay, someone was a good boy.’ Your chest tightened. You didn’t even need to ask who she meant.

Three days later, Mark unblocked you like nothing happened.

“Okay, baby girl, couple pics are back on,” he said, smiling like a fool.

Then some random guy commented on your profile picture, “Since when do couple pics need a third wheel?”

Mark saw it and laughed. “Baby, are you finally trying to make me jealous?”

He waved his phone around and pulled you into a hug. “I’m the shithead, okay? Ninety-nine times you’ve been a saint, so yeah, you’re allowed to be a little shit this time.”

You pushed him off, frowning. “I’m not trying to make you jealous.” He blinked. “Then what?”

You looked him dead in the eye. “I’m breaking up with you, Mark. For real.”

He froze, panic flashing in his face. “Huh? No, pumpkin, come on. I know I messed up. Say it fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me, right?”

You took a deep breath, your heart heavy but steady. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Shame on you.”