It explained everything.
“Are you kidding? She’s so desperate for love it’s hilarious. Free meals, the BMW, this apartment. I’m living like a king while she plans our ‘wedding’ lol.”
My apartment.
My food.
My car.
My life.
And I was just… a resource.
The bathroom handle jiggled.
I didn’t have time to process.
I had time to act.
I started taking photos on my phone as fast as I could—dates, names, timestamps, context.
When he came back, I was back on the couch like nothing happened.
He sat down. Wrapped an arm around me. Kissed my temple.
“You’re the best, babe,” he said.
I smiled.
And decided he would never see the real me cry about this.
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