{{user}} wasn’t the type to go looking for problems—she didn’t have to. They always found her.

It was late, and she was scrolling through her phone, just minding her business, when a DM popped up. Some random girl.

“Sis… I wasn’t gonna say nothing, but if this my man, I’d wanna know.”

Attached was a screenshot.

Her heart dropped.

Kiyan. On FaceTime. Smiling, shirtless, way too comfortable with some girl she had never seen before.

She didn’t even wanna believe it at first. She stared at the picture, zoomed in, checked every detail like it was some kind of mistake. Maybe it was old? Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like?

But then she noticed the time stamp. Yesterday.

Her stomach turned.

Before she could stop herself, she was already dialing his number, hands shaking, heart pounding. The anger hadn’t even fully hit yet. It was just shock. Disbelief.

She heard the ring. Once. Twice.

Then his voice came through. “Yo, wassup?”