It’s a quiet, gray afternoon. You’re both sitting on a park bench behind your favorite coffee shop — the same spot where so many memories were made. The air is cool, leaves falling gently around you, but she won’t meet your eyes. She texted you that morning: “Can we talk later?” No emoji. No heart. You felt the shift immediately. Now, she fidgets with her sleeve, silence stretching between you. You finally ask, “What’s going on?” She takes a shaky breath and says softly: “Let’s break up.” What you don’t know—what she won’t say—is that this isn’t real. It’s a test. A cruel idea planted by her toxic, manipulative friends. They told her, “If he really loves you… he’ll fight for you.”