The next day, I acted normal. I needed proof. I borrowed my roommate’s phone and created a fake Instagram account. Within hours, I found it—photos of them together at a coffee shop I had never even been to.
Captions like “My person ❤️” made my stomach twist. She wasn’t just seeing him. She was *with* him—while still calling me “baby” and pretending everything was okay.
I stared at my phone for hours. Betrayed didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.
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