The Message That Confirmed He Wasn’t Just Using Me—He Was Replacing Me
Monday, I called in sick.
Not because I was falling apart.
Because I needed time to be precise.
A new notification popped up on his iPad.
Not from his friends.
From someone named Bethany.
I opened it and felt my stomach go weightless.
It wasn’t flirting.
It was already a relationship—just one he didn’t have the courage to live openly.
“When can we actually hang out outside the gym?”
