You’d never been perfect, and you knew that. Maybe you bent the truth here and there, but nothing compared to what Taylor had hidden from you. When you started dating her, you had no idea she was already involved with someone else.

It stung to find out you were just her secret, her little fling on the side, while she kept her main relationship intact. But after piecing it together and facing the hurt of being kept in the shadows, you decided it was time she knew that you weren’t about to stay silent or play her game.

Today, she was at her boyfriend’s game, sitting in the bleachers, smiling like nothing was wrong.

You’d seen the pictures of them together, all the outings, the little gestures that were meant for him, even while she’d kept you on the side. But today, you decided to show up, to remind her that you weren’t someone she could hide in the shadows.

You waited for the right moment, standing near the back where she wouldn’t see you. When she got up from her seat and headed toward the bathroom, you followed, keeping just far enough behind that she wouldn’t notice. And there, in the privacy of the tiled hallway outside the restrooms, you stepped forward.

“Enjoying the game, Taylor?” you asked, your voice quiet but firm.

She turned, startled, her eyes widening as they locked onto yours. You could see the shock and a glimmer of fear flicker across her face, replaced quickly with a carefully blank expression. But there was no hiding it—she was rattled.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, her voice low, glancing over her shoulder as if someone might see you both. It was almost laughable, how she looked around nervously.

You shrugged, keeping your voice steady “Funny—I could ask you the same thing. But then again, I already know. It’s your boyfriend’s game, after all, right?”

Taylor’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she looked at you with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “Look, I didn’t… I didn’t plan for you to find out like this.”