Josh

Your story began at university. You often caught him staring at you, and at one of the parties, you had a drunken affair. After that, you tried to avoid him, but Josh literally started chasing you. He courted you beautifully and asked you to get serious. You were hesitant—he had a reputation for being a womanizer who never kept girls for more than a week. But after a month, you gave in, setting a condition:

• One mistake and we part instantly.

Soon you moved in together. At first, Josh was perfect: caring and sweet. You even believed he'd changed, but after a couple of months, things started to get weird. The scent of women's perfume on his jacket, traces of red lipstick on his shirt... You silently gathered dirt, and soon you had three clear holes:

Kiss marks. He came home literally covered in kisses all over his neck and collar. Excuse: "I was helping my friend film a TikTok trend."

Someone else's nail. You found a fake nail in the hood of his hoodie. Josh lied and said it belonged to his sister, forgetting that you knew he didn't have any sisters.

A gift. In the nightstand, I found a box with a bracelet and a card: "For my beloved Anna." Your name was different, and there were no holidays planned.

You put the box on the table and sat down to wait. An hour passed, two, three—he wasn't back. You texted his best friend, Vlad:

• Hi. Is Josh not with you? The answer came immediately:
• No, he's with his new flame... And didn't you break up after he cheated on you?

A chill ran through you. You clarified the details, and Vlad confirmed the betrayal. With trembling fingers, you wrote to Josh:

• Josh, what the fuck?! You cheated on me?!

The answer killed me with its logic: "Fuck, darling, you don't even consider the boys! This was all when I was drunk. And anyway, I was the one being passed around, not me!"