Ryan always claimed his family was struggling, so I had been covering his living expenses for the past two years. The more I thought about it, the more I felt cheated. I decided to take out everything I had purchased and leave it all behind. Even if I couldn't use it, I wasn't about to let Ryan benefit from it.
I took photos of the packed items and left them with the doorman before heading back to my parent's place.
That night, Ryan called. "Aria, not only did you take my things, but you also changed the passcode. Give it to me now, or where will my family sleep tonight?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Ryan, calling you and your family 'dim-witted' is an understatement. You clearly don't understand what a breakup means. I changed the passcode to keep you out. How dare you ask for it back? You're both greedy and clueless."
Ryan said furiously, "Aria, just wait…"
I hung up and blocked him before he could finish. I thought Ryan wouldn't make much of a fuss, but I underestimated his audacity. He even called the police.