* Chapter 7 Cooking was never my forte .
My culinary repertoire consisted of exactly one dish : carbonara .
Simple enough to be foolproof or so Id always thought .
Yet today , each attempt was an abject failure .
Overcooked pasta , curdled sauce as if the kitchen itself was rejecting my efforts .
I ate each failed attempt myself .
The clock ticked mercilessly as I mentally counted down .
I imagined Luke would arrive , wed have his birthday dinner , and then Id vanish from his life .
Like waiting for an execution .
But he never showed .
Instead , came a phone call dripping with transparent deceit .
Mandy cut her finger while cooking , he said with exaggerated concern , had to take her to the ER .
Dont wait up .
The casual cruelty of his lies was almost comical in its absurdity .
Though hed blocked me on his main social media , my alternate account revealed the truth : a fresh post showing them celebrating , wrapped around each other before an elaborate birthday cake , their staged laughter captured perfectly amid scattered streamers .
Hello ? Are you there ? Lukes impatient voice cut through my thoughts .
I forced evenness into my tone .
Its fine , dont worry about it .
Another lie to add to our collection .
I liked his post from my burner account , then dumped the carbonara into the trash a fitting metaphor for our relationship .
That was it .
I was just another completed chapter in Lukes story .
Fine .
Id release him from his obligation .
Hed probably celebrate his newfound freedom .
My suitcase wheels echoed through the hallway , marking the rhythm of my departure .
Before leaving , I compiled everything the late night messages , intimate photos , blatant lies all the evidence of their affair .
Then posted it where our mutual friends would see .
If I was leaving , they wouldnt get to rewrite this story .
18:37 Backup Girl No More : Adios To My V Card and My First Love 63.3 % Chapter 7 Just before takeoff , I sent one final text : Happy birthday .
Goodbye forever .
I didnt formally end things .
Because in seven years , Id never truly been his girlfriend just a convenient stand in until he could have Mandy .
Those abortions ? Mere inconveniences hed brushed aside without a second thought .
As I moved to power down my phone , it exploded with notifications , his name flashing like an angry beacon .
Yvonne , what the hell did you post ? Take it down now ! Where are you ? Come back and apologize to Mandy ! How ironic .
I shut off my phone mid tirade .
The man whod never managed even an emoji in response to my messages was suddenly desperate to communicate .
With crushing clarity , I realized hed seen everything before he just never cared enough to respond .
My feelings , my needs , my existence all irrelevant to him .
And that was the darkest joke of all .
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