Chapter 2

Chloe suddenly announced she had to go on a business trip and asked me to help her pack.

She had a terrible memory and was always disorganized, never remembering where she put her things.

Eventually, she just sat on the bed and watched me do it.

Seeing how meticulous I was, even packing her pads, she couldn’t help but hug me from behind.

"Logan, do you remember?"

"On our first trip, I forgot my pads and stained my pants on the street. You tied your jacket around my waist, found me a restroom, and ran to buy them for me."

"At that moment, I knew you were the one."

Memories flooded back, and my throat tightened.

She remembered everything. Yet, it didn't stop her from cheating.

But she forgot the most important part.

That day, she promised she would only love me for the rest of her life.

People really do choose to forget the promises they can't keep.

She held me for a long time before letting go, whispering that she would miss me.

I just casually patted her head, saying we would see each other soon.

That night, she slept soundly beside me, even mumbling in her sleep.

But the name she muttered belonged to another man.

I wanted to ignore it, but her phone screen kept lighting up.

After a moment of hesitation, I unlocked it.

The password was still the date we officially started dating.

But the wallpaper had changed. It was no longer a photo of us.

It was a candid, aesthetic shot of Tyler from behind.

There were dozens of unread messages, all from Tyler.

*“Babe, I’m so excited for our trip tomorrow.”*

*“I can’t wait to hold your hand and walk along the beach.”*

*“I love the ties you bought me, but you bought so many I can’t even wear them all.”*

*“I love the Porsche too. It’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever received.”*

*“Remember to wear that lace lingerie I bought you. I want to see it on you.”*

Every single message stabbed at my brain. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I locked the screen and put the phone back.

Lying down, I couldn’t fall back asleep.

An eight-year relationship. I thought we were finally crossing the finish line.

But reality kept slapping me in the face.

Everything she used to do for me was now being given to someone else.

Love is so fragile.

Honestly, I should have noticed sooner.

Ever since Tyler started interning at Carter Media, Chloe started working overtime more and more.

Eventually, she wouldn't even come home some nights.

She always came up with some lame excuse afterward.

She even made Tyler her personal assistant for business trips, claiming she wanted to groom him.

Every time she acted cute, my doubts would vanish.

But this time, I couldn't fool myself anymore.

The next morning, she got up early, and I followed.

After making her breakfast, I offered to drive her to the airport.

Guilt flashed in her eyes, and she made several excuses to refuse.

I ignored her, grabbed her suitcase, and walked out.

"I’m not comfortable letting you go alone."

Left with no choice, Chloe reluctantly followed me downstairs.

Once we reached the driveway, I finally understood why she was so nervous.

Tyler was parked at the curb in a sleek Porsche, complete with a massive banner draped over the hood.

*“Picking up my favorite girl Chloe for our getaway!”*

The trunk was filled with fresh roses.

I turned to look at Chloe. Her face had gone completely pale.

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