Even her Amazon and Walmart orders were all for me.
My suspicions nearly dissolved—until I opened TikTok.
In her messages, there was one chat that stood out: “No Onions No Ginger.”
I clicked.
Message after message filled the screen.
“Baby, I miss you.”
“Don’t let him touch you tonight. I want you pure for me.”
Each word pierced my eyes like a blade.
What stunned me even more was Sophia’s tone. She was always so reserved with everyone else, cold as ice.
But with him, she was patient, gentle, almost doting.
“Don’t worry. I’m keeping myself just for you.”
“You were incredible last night. I’m still aching for you now.”
Her words were dripping with affection, indulgent like she was coaxing a spoiled boy.
My hand froze on the screen, my chest suffocating with pain.
I opened his TikTok profile.
All his posts were ordinary, yet filled with subtle signs of intimacy.
A blurry photo of a woman’s back—the necklace she wore identical to Sophia’s.
A late-night video showing two bowls on a table, captioned: “Thanks, babe, for the midnight snack.”
And the latest post—a delicate hand fastening a tie clip.
The caption read:
“The luckiest thing in my life was meeting you.”
Cold sweat drenched my palms.