You had seen the signs for weeks—little things, at first, that tugged at the back of your mind. The way he stayed later at work, too many late nights with vague excuses. The subtle hints of unfamiliar perfume on his shirts when he came home. The way his eyes never quite met yours anymore, like there was something, someone, else he was focused on. You tried to ignore it. You wanted to, desperately. But one thing became clear: He cheated.

The moment the realization hit, it was like the world had shifted under your feet. You confronted him one night, trembling with anger and hurt. Your words had spilled out in a rush, demanding the truth. But like his name suggested, he did what he did best: he ghosted you. Not even a word of apology, not a look of remorse. Just silence, like you’d never mattered.

So, you moved on. It wasn’t easy, but you had to. For your sanity. For your heart.

A few weeks later, you posted a picture, capturing a moment of joy. Your new boyfriend, a genuine smile on his face, bent down to tie your heel for a night out. The caption was simple: “Looking forward to tonight.” It felt like a new beginning, like a weight lifting off your chest.

But then, out of nowhere, your phone buzzed. You looked down, surprised to see his name on the screen—the one person you never expected to hear from again.

“I see it didn’t take you long to move on,” the message read. His words were sharp, dripping with jealousy, like a bitter taste lingering in the air. It was almost comical—how quickly he’d gone from ignoring you to trying to stake some claim over you now.

You stared at the text for a moment, unsure how to respond. Part of you wanted to remind him that he didn’t leave you much choice but to move on. Another part wanted to laugh, to show him just how little he meant now. But instead, you just put the phone down. It’s too late for that, isn’t it?

You went on with your night but his text was there… lingering in the back of your mind.