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I found out on a Wednesday.
Funny how something so world-shattering could happen on such an ordinary day.
There I was, scrolling through my phone in our quiet living room, sipping on a lukewarm cup of tea, when the universe decided to dismantle everything I thought I knew.
It was a picture.
Innocent at first glance — a photo my best friend, Anna, had posted.
Her hair was windswept, and her smile wide as she leaned against a familiar car.
Our car.
A caption underneath read, “Spontaneous adventures with the best.”
My stomach knotted. I knew that license plate like the back of my hand.
It was Matt’s.
My heart raced as I tapped through her recent posts.
Images I hadn’t noticed before, filled with subtle clues: his watch on her table, his reflection in her sunglasses, an unmistakable shirt I had bought him for Christmas.
I wanted to believe it was a coincidence, but deep down, the truth gnawed at me.
“Matt,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.
He emerged from the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder, looking so ordinary, so unbothered.
