Plenty of their mutual friends would see those pictures. If I was leaving, well, I wouldn’t let them have it easy either.
Before my flight took off, I sent Zelda a message.
[Happy birthday. Let’s never meet again.]
I didn’t say we were breaking up.
Because in our seven years together, she had never once introduced me as her boyfriend.
Getting cheated on was just what I deserved—blindly clinging to someone who never wanted me.
Right before I turned off my phone, an onslaught of calls came flooding in, and I accidentally answered one.
