As I hung up the phone, a wave of confusion and worry washed over me. Why was Jake so upset about his grandmother? The unease was suffocating.
I dialed Jake’s number again, my heart pounding in my chest. When he finally answered, his voice was strained, and he spoke sharply. “What’s going on, Jake? What’s wrong with your grandmother?” I demanded, growing more concerned by the second.
But instead of an explanation, Jake responded with cold dismissal. “I told you, I don’t want to see you again. Just stay away,” he snapped before ending the call. I was left with unanswered questions, my mind reeling.
Unable to shake the feeling of dread, I paced the hotel room, my thoughts racing with worst-case scenarios. What could have happened to cause such a sudden rift between us?
Just as panic threatened to overwhelm me, a text message buzzed on my phone. It was from Jake, and the words sent a chill down my spine. “I hope you’re happy. You’ve ruined everything,” the message read, dripping with accusation and bitterness.
With trembling hands, I scrolled through the rest of the message, and my heart sank with each word. It contained a series of damning screenshots, revealing a truth I couldn’t ignore. Jake’s grandmother had received my gift, but it wasn’t the heartfelt gesture I had intended. Instead, it had become a scandalous piece of evidence that threatened to tear their family apart.
A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. My surprise had turned into a nightmare, and I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of a relationship that may never be the same again.
