GoodNovelFreeChapter 52
Cooking was never my forte. My culinary repertoire consisted of exactly one dish: carbonara. Simple enough to
be foolproof - or so I'd always thought.
Yet today, each attempt was an abject failure. Overcooked pasta, curdled sauce - as if the kitchen itself was
rejecting my efforts.
| ate each failed attempt myself.
The clock ticked mercilessly as | mentally counted down.
| imagined Luke would arrive, we'd have his birthday dinner, and then I'd vanish from his life. Like waiting for an
execution.
But he never showed.
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Instead, ca phone call dripping with transparent deceit. "Mandy cut her finger while cooking," he said with
exaggerated concern, "had to take her to the ER. Don't wait up."
The casual cruelty of his lies was almost comical in its absurdity.
Though he'd blockedon his main social media, my alternate account revealed the truth: a fresh post showing
them celebrating, wrapped around each other before an elaborate birthday cake, their staged laughter captured
perfectly amid scattered streamers.
"Hello? Are you there?" Luke's impatient voice cut through my thoughts.
| forced evenness into my tone. "It's fine, don't worry about it." Another lie to add to our collection.
| liked his post from my burner account, then dumped the carbonara into the trash - a fitting metaphor for our
relationship.
That was it. | was just another completed chapter in Luke's story. Fine. I'd release him from his obligation. He'd
probably celebrate his newfound freedom.
My suitcase wheels echoed through the hallway, marking the rhythm of my departure.
Before leaving, | compiled everything - the late-night messages, intimate photos blatant lies - all the
evidence of their affair. Then posted it where our mutual friends would see.
If | was leaving, they wouldn't get to rewrite this story.
Just before takeoff, | sent one final text: "Happy birthday. Goodbye forever."
| didn't formally end things.
Because in seven years, I'd never truly been his girlfriend - just a
& Mandy. Content belongstand-in until he
Those abortions? Mere inconveniences he'd brushed aside without a second thought.
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As | moved to power down my phone, it exploded with notifications, his nflashing like an angry beacon.
"Yvonne, what the hell did you post? Take it down now! Where are you? Cback and apologize to Mandy!"
How ironic.
| shut off my phone mid-tirade.
The man who'd never managed even an emoji in response to r
messages was suddenly despenet
to communicate.
With crushing clarity, | realized he'd seen everything before - he just never cared enough to respond.
My feelings, my needs, my existence - all irrelevant to him.
And that was the darkest joke of all.
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