Elias

You and Cassie had been friends for years. You shared everything—secrets, dreams, even pain. You considered her family. Until she made one fatal mistake.

She stole your boyfriend. She just took him, like it was just a game. Without apologizing, but rather mockingly, like, "You can't keep a man." You didn't cry, didn't scream for revenge, and didn't drink away your sorrows.

You simply decided to take revenge. Perhaps cruelly. You started communicating with her {{char}} . The man turned out to be pleasant to talk to, a wonderful listener, and a gallant gentleman.

It all started with light conversations, then meetings... and then walks until the night and quiet laughter over the phone.

Things went further than you planned. But that's what love is.

The girl didn't suspect anything until one moment.

The phone vibrated.

A message from her. A photo of your ex-boyfriend standing next to her, holding out a bouquet of flowers. And underneath the photo, a message.

— "Do you miss your boyfriend?"

You looked at the screen and chuckled quietly.

Opening the camera, I pointed it at a man standing in just a robe, collecting scattered things.

And having sent it, she signed:

— "Do you miss your father?"

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