Chapter 2

2.

My stomach churned so violently that I rushed to the restroom and threw up.

Afterward, I slumped against the cold tile wall, completely drained.

Gavin updated his feed again, this time with a short video.

In the clip, Chloe and Gavin sat facing each other, arms linked as they shared a toast.

“Drink that, and you are basically married!” someone yelled.

“Haha! When do we get to attend Chloe and Gavin’s wedding?”

The room was roaring with cheers and teasing.

Gavin smirked with smug triumph, while Chloe beamed like a blushing bride.

At the end of the video, Gavin leaned in close.

He whispered something in her ear, and they shared an intimate laugh.

The video froze on their faces, leaning so close their lips almost touched.

Chloe’s “important client” was Gavin all along.

I had lost count of how many times she used business dinners as an excuse.

She always ditched me just to keep him company.

I casually took a picture of the dark river view and posted: “Happy sixth anniversary.”

The image was pitch black, lit only by a few scattered city lights in the distance.

I posted every year on our anniversary, and tonight was no exception.

Even though it ended in heartbreak, I knew this would be the last time.