I never thought of myself as the jealous type. I had a great job, a stable life, and no reason to doubt my relationship with Callum—until I saw the photo. A cozy café. Two familiar smiles. And a single comment: *“So happy you guys are back together!”* My heart sank.
Callum had sworn his friendship with his ex, Renee, was innocent. I believed him—until Odette, my best friend, sent me that photo. The timestamp? One hour ago, the same time Callum texted me, *“Working late, deadline’s killing me.”*
I didn’t confront him immediately. Instead, I played along. When he came home, I acted normal, cooking dinner and chatting casually. But I watched him closely. His phone buzzed, and he flipped it over, screen-down. *“Work again?”* I asked. He nodded, lying through his teeth.
Later, while he slept, I unlocked his phone. A message from Renee: *“Can we meet tomorrow? Same café?”* My suspicions were confirmed. The next day, I sent a bouquet to the café with a note: *“For the memories. Enjoy them while they last.”* I also canceled his credit card.
When Callum called, confused and frustrated, I played innocent. *“Just a thoughtful gesture,”* I said. He returned home, bringing Renee with him. My heart raced—was this it? But Callum revealed the truth: he’d been working with Renee, a jeweler, to design a custom ring for me. His lies were to keep it a surprise.
I felt a mix of relief and guilt. I’d let my insecurities take over, jumping to conclusions and playing games. Callum and Renee teased me about my dramatic revenge, but we laughed it off. In the end, we agreed to be more honest with each other.
The storm had passed, and I learned a valuable lesson: trust and communication are the foundation of any relationship. Sometimes, the biggest battles are the ones we create in our own minds.
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