My boyfriend was perfect. He listened to everything I said, spoiled me like a princess. The day I was going to propose to him, I saw him cheating with my own eyes. I screamed at the other girl. But then everyone around me said the same thing: I was the other woman. 1 For three years, Larry was my rock. He was gentle, devoted, and catered to my every whim. I spent six months planning the perfect, fairy-tale proposal. I pictured him blindfolded, stepping into the room I’d so carefully decorated. I imagined the tears of joy welling in his eyes when he saw it all. He would pull me into a fierce hug and kiss my forehead with all the love in the world. The anticipation was killing me. I couldn't wait any longer, so I changed the plan. Without telling a soul, I drove to his office building. I had to tell him, right then and there, about the tidal wave of love I felt for him. I got there early, before he was done with work, and settled in my car to wait. My heart was hammering against my ribs with excitement. I clutched the ring I’d designed myself, our initials engraved on the inner band. My knuckles were white, and my palms grew damp with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, I finally saw him emerge from the building. I was just about to open the door and surprise him when I froze. A girl bounced up behind him. She stood on her tiptoes, playfully covered his eyes, and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't hear her words, but I saw what happened next. A soft smile bloomed on Larry’s face. He gently pulled her hands away, turned, and brushed a soft kiss against her lips. The girl jumped, a blush instantly coloring her cheeks. She glanced around nervously, and only when she was sure no one was watching did she seem to relax. Then she playfully tapped him on the chest. Larry wrapped his arms around her, his eyes filled with a look of pure adoration I had never seen before. He leaned in, and right there in front of his office, they shared a deep, sweet kiss. A handsome man and a beautiful woman. If the man hadn't been my boyfriend, I might have applauded the romantic scene. My mind flashed back to the time I was sick, and Larry stayed by my side, never leaving for a second. The time I craved a specific cupcake, and he drove three hours just to get it for me. He even remembered my parents’ birthdays, carefully picking out gifts and letting me give them as my own. The memories flickered through my mind like a slideshow. How could the feeling of being loved have been so real, only for the betrayal to be this sharp? My fists clenched, my whole body trembling. The sharp edge of the diamond on the ring dug into my finger, drawing blood. The pain snapped me back to reality. If all that love was just a lie, then this was a betrayal I would not tolerate. 2 I threw the car door open and marched toward them. Without a word, I shoved them apart. My hand swung, connecting with Larry’s cheek in a sharp crack. “You bastard!” “Ah!” the girl shrieked, but she immediately stepped in front of Larry. She shielded him like a mother hen protecting her chick. “Who are you? What gives you the right to hit my boyfriend?” she demanded after checking to make sure Larry was okay. I ignored her, my eyes locked on Larry. He finally seemed to register what was happening. His gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet mine. “Let’s just go,” he muttered, grabbing the girl’s hand to leave. I let out a cold, bitter laugh. The coward. He had the guts to cheat but not to face me? I blocked their path. Seeing that I wasn't backing down, the girl lost her patience. She shoved me hard. “What is wrong with you? If you’re sick, go to a hospital! Stop harassing my boyfriend!” The shove sent me stumbling in my high heels, but it was her words that sent my mind into a chaotic spiral. “Look at you, always crying! It's no wonder our daughter is the way she is!” “You have the nerve to blame me? Weren’t you the one who cheated first? That woman showed up at our door with her kid, and you still dare to blame me?” “How many times do I have to tell you? She’s my friend’s widow! He died, she had nowhere to go. Was I wrong to take care of her and her son?” “Ha, ‘take care of them’? Took care of them right into your bed, did you? Mark, you have no conscience! If it wasn’t for me networking for you, raising our child, would you have been able to build your business? Now that you’re successful, you go out and cheat?” “Keep your voice down! Our daughter is already unstable, are you trying to push her over the edge?” “So her mental illness is my fault? MY FAULT?!” The jarring voices mixed with the sound of shattering porcelain, raging inside my head. Mark… that was my father’s name. But weren’t he and my mother the perfect couple, the envy of all their friends? My head was splitting. My body started to shake, and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. Through the fog, I heard Larry’s frantic voice. “She has severe depression! You can’t agitate her!” Who is he cursing? You’re the one who’s sick. The world went black, and I collapsed. 3 When I opened my eyes, the world was a stark, clinical white. The familiar, stinging scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils. For a moment, I was disoriented, with a strange, frantic energy buzzing under my skin. I turned my head with a frown and saw Larry sitting by my bed. His eyes were bloodshot, but they lit up when he saw I was awake. He immediately poured me a glass of water, his movements as careful and attentive as always. But I felt none of the old comfort. It just made me sick. I swatted his hand away, knocking the glass to the floor. CRASH! It shattered on the tile, water splashing everywhere. Larry scrambled to pick up the pieces, but my control was already gone. I ripped the blankets off and stood up, my bare feet pressing into the sharp shards of glass. Blood bloomed on the floor, but I felt nothing. I grabbed the fruit basket from the nightstand, the vase of flowers, anything I could reach, and hurled it all at him. “You bastard!” I screamed. “How could you cheat on me? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?” “I was going to propose to you! I was going to make you my entire world!” “But you’re just a piece of trash! You don’t deserve it!” At my words, Larry’s head shot up, his eyes wide with shock. He seemed stunned that my feelings for him ran so deep. To be honest, so was I. My other memories were fuzzy, but everything about Larry was crystal clear. We met in college and fell in love instantly. Graduation didn’t tear us apart; it made us stronger. We had just bought our first house together. And now, at the moment I loved and needed him most, he had betrayed me. The thought made me dizzy, fueling my rage. I lunged at him, clawing and hitting, my palms stinging against his face, each blow a fresh wave of pain in my own heart. My parents rushed in, their faces etched with horror. They hurried to pull me off Larry, then formed a protective circle around him, as if I were the monster. Tears streamed down my mother’s face. “Mia, please, calm down,” she begged. “Please, sweetie, get better. Mommy can’t stand to see you like this.” My father tugged on her sleeve. “She’s not listening,” he said grimly. “Press the call button. Get a doctor.” My mother tearfully pressed the button, her eyes filled with a sorrow that I couldn’t understand. I was still glaring at Larry, my mind a blank haze of fury. Just then, Larry’s best friend burst into the room, with the girl from the office right behind him. He marched straight up to me, his eyes cold. He grabbed my wrist. “Mia, stop this madness! Larry and Chloe are the real couple. You’re the other woman!”
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