On a quiet autumn afternoon, I sat curled up in my apartment, growing increasingly anxious. My boyfriend, Jace, had been acting distant, citing illness and exhaustion as the reasons. Still, something about his behavior didn’t sit right.
After several unanswered texts, I finally called. He picked up, sounding weak and drowsy.
“Hey,” I said. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah… just really tired. Maybe a fever,” he mumbled before quickly ending the call.
Worried and frustrated, I decided to check on him in person. I stopped at a nearby store to grab some tea, fruit, and medicine, hoping he’d appreciate the gesture.
When I arrived at his apartment, I stepped out of the elevator—and froze. Right in front of me was Jace, looking perfectly healthy… and embracing another woman.
My heart dropped.
“So, you’re feeling better,” I said, unable to hide my shock.
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