She supported me fully.
To her, my well–being mattered most. After all, I was her only daughter.
Upstairs, I took out my phone to let Raelyn know I was safe.
That was when I saw Lindsay’s latest post on Twitter.
The photo showed a large hand resting on her belly and a small hand holding her other hand.
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The caption read: [Home is where the heart is. I’m lucky to have you two by my side.]
I stared at the picture, not angry but disgusted.
I liked the post and left a comment: [Trash belongs in the garbage, and sl*ts belong with sc*mbags.]
After that, I turned off my phone, drank a glass of milk, and went to bed peacefully.
I never expected that one comment would cause such a stir.
04
When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of messages and missed calls.
Friends were asking what had happened between Lindsay and me. Just as I was about to reply, my phone rang.
It was Marvin.
The moment I answered, his furious voice exploded through the line. “Ariadne, what the hell are you trying to do?!”
I froze, confused for a moment, before realizing what he meant.
It turned out my comment last night had stirred up a storm. Everyone now knew the man in Lindsay’s photo was Marvin.
Our mutual friends had bombarded him with messages, asking what was going on.
“Oh? So you’re afraid of people talking now?” I said, my voice icy.
I thought, “Weren’t you bold enough when cozying up to her in front of me? Now that you’ve been exposed, and you could tell it was wrong?”
“Delete the comment, now!” Marvin demanded, his tone sharp.
In the background, I could hear a woman crying.
Lindsay. Of course.
The realization that they were together made me feel oddly triumphant.
Lindsay was probably losing it over those private messages.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny? Do you even realize what you’ve done? Lindsay’s been attacked because of your comment! She’s not well, and she can’t handle stress. How could you be so cruel?”
His tone accused me as though I were some kind of monster.
This was the man who had once sworn he loved me, who promised we’d build a life together.
And now, ten years later, he called me cruel.
I thought, “What a joke.”
“Cruel? You’re lucky I haven’t slapped her. And you… don’t you dare yell at me!”
For years, I’d worked myself to the bone for this man.
I’d been loyal, supportive, and patient.
And this was what I got: betrayal, humiliation, and now blame.
I couldn’t help but wonder, “Is he always like this? Have I been blind all these years, or has he just changed into this stranger?”
