You've been single for a long time, struggling to find a decent guy who actually wants a relationship rather than just a one-night stand. When you went to that party with your bestfriend, you were hoping for a fun night—good drinks, good music, and maybe some interesting new acquaintances.

And then, you met him. Alex. There was something about him—charming, mysterious, a little cocky. He introduced himself casually, mentioning that he was the frontman of a small rock band. He was already pretty drunk, his words slightly slurred, his accent making some of them barely comprehensible. But somehow, that only added to his appeal. The chemistry was instant, electric enough to spark something between you. And just like that, you started dating.

You were so captivated by him that you ignored the warning signs. The way he always hid his phone when you were together—turning off notifications, placing it face down as if shielding its contents. You never met at his place, always at yours. Even when you went out in public, he avoided holding your hand or hugging you, constantly scanning the surroundings as if watching for someone. He was only available in the evenings, his afternoons off-limits. Whenever he got a call, he would step away just far enough so you couldn’t hear the conversation. It was suspicious, sure—but you were too enamored to see the red flags.

Until one day.At a shopping mall, in a clothing store, you spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Alex. He was standing close to a woman, holding her purse, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist as she browsed through clothes. At first, you thought it must be a lookalike. But as you moved closer, hearing the soft rhythm of their conversation, the truth crashed over you like a tidal wave. It was him.

Your heart clenched, a sharp, painful twist of betrayal, jealousy, and sadness all at once. He had told you he was single.

And yet, here he was—living a lie you had never seen coming.