I used to brag about him. Ethan was charming, thoughtful, the kind of guy who sent good morning texts and remembered my coffee order. My friends called him “the perfect boyfriend,” and honestly? I believed it.

Until his phone started telling me a different story.

It started small. A message popping up when he left his phone on the table—“Last night was amazing”—from a name I didn’t recognize. My stomach twisted, but I told myself it was nothing. Maybe a wrong number.

Then, a few nights later, another one. “Can’t wait to see you again.”

This time, I couldn’t ignore it.

I didn’t say anything right away. Instead, I watched. I paid attention to the way he’d angle his phone away from me, the way he’d silence notifications the second they popped up. And when I finally got the chance, while he was in the shower, I did something I never thought I’d do.

I looked.

But before I could even unlock his phone, a wave of guilt washed over me. I loved him, and I didn’t want to betray his trust. But the nagging feeling in my chest wouldn’t let me stop. My hands shook as I typed in his passcode—something I had memorized from a casual conversation we’d had months ago.

The screen lit up, and my heart pounded.

The first message I saw was from a contact simply labeled “S.” The message read: “I can’t stop thinking about you. Last night was everything.” I stared at it for a long moment, my mind racing. Ethan had told me he was working late last night. But “S” had clearly spent the night with him.

I scrolled down to see more, my hands trembling. The next message was: “We need to be careful. What if she finds out?”

She.

My breath caught in my throat. My mind couldn’t process the words fast enough, but it didn’t matter. My worst fears were confirmed. Ethan, the man I thought was perfect, had been hiding something from me. Something huge.

I closed the phone quickly, feeling like the ground beneath me had shifted. I sat there, staring at the screen, numb. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there, but it felt like hours. I knew I had to confront him. I had to know the truth, even if it hurt.

When Ethan came out of the shower, he looked at me, his expression softening when he saw the look on my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice steady but concerned.

I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I picked up his phone from the table and slid it toward him. He immediately froze.

“What’s this?” I asked, my voice shaking, but I couldn’t stop it. “Who’s ‘S,’ and why are you telling them that last night was amazing?”

His face drained of color, and I could see the panic in his eyes. He didn’t try to deny it. Instead, he ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I—It’s not what you think,” he started, but I cut him off.

“No, don’t. Don’t lie to me. I saw the messages, Ethan. How long has this been going on? How many times have you been with someone else behind my back?”

He swallowed hard, his eyes avoiding mine. “I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to find out like this.”

“Then what did you mean?” I asked, the tears welling up in my eyes. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think you could get away with it?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly. “S is someone I met a few months ago. I didn’t know what to do. I was trying to end things, but it’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” I echoed, feeling my blood boil. “How is cheating on me complicated?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice breaking. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I’ve been lost, and I didn’t know how to get out of this situation without losing you.”

“Lost?” I repeated. “You were lost, so you decided to lie to me, sneak around, and hurt me? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, I don’t think that,” he said urgently. “I never meant for it to go this far. It’s not what you think. I—I love you. I do. I just… I made a mistake. I’m so sorry.”

“Love me?” I whispered, shaking my head. “Love me? And you do this?”

He reached for my hand, but I pulled it away. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know who you are anymore. I thought you were perfect, Ethan. I thought we had something real.”

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said, his voice desperate. “Please don’t leave me.”

I stood up, shaking my head. “How can I stay with you now? How can I trust you again?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right,” he said. “Please, don’t walk away from me. Please.”

I stared at him for a moment. I wanted to believe him, I really did. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t. Trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild.

“I need space,” I said, my voice shaking. “I need to think. I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t argue. He just watched me as I grabbed my bag and walked out of the door, not looking back.

The next few weeks were a blur. I stayed with my best friend for a while, trying to clear my head. Ethan called and texted constantly, pleading for forgiveness. He promised he would change, that he would do whatever it took to fix it. But each message only made me feel worse. I couldn’t imagine going back to him. The person I thought I knew didn’t exist. And the person I thought I loved—well, she had been wrong about everything.

One night, I was scrolling through my phone when I saw a message from a number I didn’t recognize. It read: “I think you should know the truth about Ethan. He isn’t who you think he is.”

I was hesitant at first, unsure if this was another attempt to manipulate me or if it was just someone trying to stir up drama. But curiosity got the best of me, and I replied.

“Who is this?”

The person responded quickly. “I’m S. You know, the one Ethan’s been hiding from you.”

I stared at the message, my heart racing. It was the same “S” from the messages I’d seen. The one who had been so involved with Ethan.

“I want to be honest with you,” S continued. “I never meant to hurt you. But you deserve to know something.”

I sat up straighter. This was it. This was the truth.

“Ethan told me he was going to break up with you, but he never did. He was never serious about you. He’s always been stringing you along while keeping me on the side.”

My breath caught. Everything I had suspected, everything I had been afraid of—it was all true. Ethan had been leading me on the whole time.

“I never wanted to be the other woman, but I was, and I didn’t know how to get out of it. He was always making promises, but he never followed through.”

I sat there, my mind reeling, as the message sank in. Ethan had been lying to both of us. But something else stuck with me. S wasn’t asking for anything. She wasn’t trying to ruin me or destroy our relationship. She just wanted to make sure I knew the truth.

The next day, I made a decision. I called Ethan and asked him to meet me. When he arrived, I didn’t waste any time.

“I know everything,” I said, my voice steady. “And I’m done. I’m done with the lies, the cheating, all of it.”

He looked stunned, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“You don’t deserve me,” I added. “And I don’t deserve you.”

He tried to speak, but I held up my hand.

“No, Ethan. This is over.”

As I walked away from him, a weight lifted from my chest. I had learned the hardest lesson of all: sometimes, the person you think you love is nothing more than a lesson in disguise. And sometimes, letting go is the only way to find yourself again.

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