That weekend, I confronted her. No yelling, no drama. Just screenshots, evidence, and silence. She looked down, didn’t deny a thing.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” she whispered. But it was too late. The damage was done.
I walked away that day. Hurt, yes. But free. Because sometimes the biggest lesson you learn in college isn’t from a book—it’s from a broken heart.
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