"My true heartbreak. This isn't a scripted story, nor is it copied from someone else's. I just want to share my heartbreak because I'm seeking advice."
↓
I found out by accident. His phone buzzed while he was in the shower. I glanced at it instinctively. A name I didn’t recognize, followed by a message that made my stomach drop:
"Can’t wait to see you again tonight. Love you. 😘"
"I miss you, baby. Can’t wait to be in your arms again."
"Last night was perfect. I love you.❤"
My hands shook as I unlocked his phone. Something he had told me I could do “anytime” because he had nothing to hide. I scrolled through the messages, and with each one, my heart cracked a little more. Flirty texts, intimate photos, and promises of a future together. A future he was building with someone else.
How long had I been a fool? How long had he been lying to my face?
I didn’t wait for him to explain. The moment he walked through the door, I asked “Who is she?” holding the phone up like it was a weapon.
He froze, his face going pale. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. “Her! The one you’ve been texting, calling, telling you love. Don’t you dare lie to me!”
His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, I thought he might apologize, admit everything and beg for forgiveness. But instead, he sighed, like I was the one being unreasonable to him. “It’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow even to my own ears. “So you didn’t tell her she’s the only one who makes you happy? You didn’t spend our anniversary with her? You didn’t—” My voice broke. “You didn’t betray me?”
His jaw tightened, and for a second, I saw something that looked like guilt flash in his eyes. But it disappeared just as quickly, replaced by frustration. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” he said. “It just... it just happened.”
“It just happened?” My voice rose, the disbelief hitting me like a slap. “What? you tripped and fell into her bed? You didn't mean to kiss her? You accidentally sent her flowers? You didn't men to text her 'I LOVE YOU', You didn’t mean to lie to my face every single day!?”
“It’s not that simple!” he snapped, his voice rising to match mine. “You don’t understand what it’s been like—”
“I don’t understand?” I stepped closer as my anger boiling over. “I gave you everything! I trusted you, supported you, loved you! And you repay me by stabbing me in the back? By making me feel like I wasn’t enough?”
His frustration boiled over then. “You think this is all my fault? You think you’re innocent in this? You’ve been so cold, so distant. I felt alone, and she was there for me in ways you weren’t!”
His words hit me like a slap, stealing the breath from my lungs. My hands fell to my sides, the phone slipping from my grasp and hitting the floor with a hollow thud.
“I wasn’t distant,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I was tired. I was stressed. I was working myself to the bone to build a future for us. "For us." And while I was doing that, you were... you were with her?”
My tears came harder, unstoppable and choking. “Do you know what it feels like? To give someone your whole heart, only to find out they were holding a knife the whole time?”
He looked away, and that was the final blow. He couldn’t even face me.
“I loved you,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I believed in you. And you threw it all away for... for her.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, but the words were empty. It's hollow.
“No, you’re not,” I said, tears streaming down my face. “You’re not sorry for what you did. You’re sorry you got caught.”
The silence between us was deafening. I waited for him to fight for us, to say something, anything, that would make me believe he was worth the pain. But all he did was stand there, staring at the floor like a coward.
That was when I knew. It wasn’t just her who broke us. It was him.
“I hope she was worth it,” I said finally, my voice colder than I thought possible. “I hope she’s everything you think you want.”
I grabbed my things and left, slamming the door behind me. As I walked away, tears blurred my vision, but I kept moving. My chest ached so deeply I thought I might never breathe again, but I refused to let him see me crumble.
That night, I cried until there was nothing left inside me. But even through the heartbreak, I made myself a promise: one day, I’ll heal. One day, I’ll find someone who won’t take my love for granted.
—GML—
