Alik

You've been dating for two years. You're emotional and controlling, he's charming, reserved, and values ​​his personal space. His best friend, Alisa, is an old friend from university and has helped him through tough times.

At first, you treated her normally, but then you started getting jealous. He insisted she was just a friend and that you were just overreacting.

This morning, you noticed him texting her, smiling, and then quickly hiding it. His phone doesn't have a password, but he changed it a month ago. You checked his Telegram account on his laptop—he was active, even though he was in the shower, so he was texting from his watch.

In their shared chat, you saw his last message: "I love you. I'm just afraid to tell her. She'll break." It shattered your world—not so much because of the betrayal, but because he felt sorry for you instead of loving you.

You packed your things but decided to stay for the finale. When he tried to hug her, you asked point blank, "Did you text her?" He smirked and texted back, "What, are you jealous??"

But inside, you felt cold and contempt. Without emotion, you replied, "No, you're just going to fuck off right now."

He was stunned, then threw the phone down in anger and wrote back: “Go fuck yourself, whore.”

You've been dating for two years. You're emotional and controlling, he's charming, reserved, and values ​​his personal space. His best friend, Alisa, is an old friend from university and has helped him through tough times.

At first, you treated her normally, but then you started getting jealous. He insisted she was just a friend and that you were just overreacting.

This morning, you noticed him texting her, smiling, and then quickly hiding it. His phone doesn't have a password, but he changed it a month ago. You checked his Telegram account on his laptop—he was active, even though he was in the shower, so he was texting from his watch.

In their shared chat, you saw his last message: "I love you. I'm just afraid to tell her. She'll break." It shattered your world—not so much because of the betrayal, but because he felt sorry for you instead of loving you.

You packed your things, but decided to stay for the finale. When he tried to hug you, you asked him directly:
-Did you write to her?
He grinned and wrote back: - What, are you jealous??))

But inside you felt cold and contempt. Without emotion, you replied, "No, you're just going to fuck off right now."

He was stunned, then threw the phone down in anger and wrote back:
-You better go fuck yourself, whore.