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I had been working for half a month.
There was a guy who started around the same
time as me, his name was Michael Smith.
He was different from Aiden, he was energetic, lively, and outgoing.
He told me that he liked me, he was
straightforward and daring..
I blushed.
I said: “I just broke up. If you don’t mind, we
can try it out.”
Michael nodded, “I don’t mind!”
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We had been dating for a month, and I posted at
picture of me and Michael.
He had already posted it, and he even set my
picture as his background.
I thought it was childish, but it made me happy.
These were just small things in a relationship.
A lot of couples were like that.
But I was happy.
Maybe it was because I had never experienced
that with Aiden.
When I was in my first relationship, I always
worried.
I wanted Aiden to show that I was his girlfriend.
But Aiden didn’t want to.
He said: “Do you think that you’re good
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looking? If I post you on social media, people
will laugh at me!”
I had just started college, and I didn’t know how
to put on makeup, or how to dress up.
He was good at academics, but he was very
bad at everything else.
A lot of the girls that Aiden knew were stylish
and beautiful, so I often felt insecure.
I had told Aiden what I thought, hoping that he
would comfort me, but he said: “I don’t care
about your face, if I cared about your face, I
wouldn’t be dating you.”
If the comments appeared at that time, it would
tell me that Aiden didn’t mean it.
But did that matter?
I didn’t know what he was thinking.
But what he did to me was real.
I was insecure for a long time.
It was my roommate who kept praising me, it
was girls who told me that I was pretty, that
made me more confident.
I didn’t want to be a beauty, but at least I
wanted someone to tell me that I was pretty.
The night that I posted it on social media, Aident
called me.
There was only breathing on the phone.
After a long time, Aiden spoke:
“When are you coming back?”
He was saying it like I was the one who left
him.
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I said: “I’m not going back.”
The comments appeared:
[He didn’t think they had broken up.]
[Sarah already moved on.]
[I don’t care, they both have someone.]
[He wasn’t a cheater.]
Aiden interrupted the comments.
“Sarah, you can’t do this.”
“I’m not dating Chelsea!”
The comments that stood by Aiden were happy.
It was like all the wrong was on me.
But it didn’t matter.
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But it didn’t matter.
I said: “Aiden, you can be with whoever you
want, we’re already over…”
Aiden shouted:
“No! We didn’t break up!”
“I didn’t agree to it!”
My voice turned cold: “You’re the one who
brought it up.”
“You’re the one who deleted me.”
“You’re the one who made me get fired.”
Aiden didn’t say anything.
At that time.
Michael shouted from the bathroom: “Babe, I
bought new shower gel! It smells like you!”
Aiden asked: “Are you two living together?”
We weren’t living together.
But it was late, so I was staying in the guest
room.
Michael had changed everything to new.
But I didn’t need to explain that to Aiden.
Aiden found something, and screamed:
“Sarah, you’re cheating on me, you’re cuckolding me!”
“You didn’t know him for long, but you were in
a rush to sleep with him, you never told me that you were so horny!”
Hearing his words, I sighed,
“Aiden, don’t make me regret being with you.”
After saying that, I hung up.
But Aiden became even more crazy.
He posted our video on the internet.
