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My Ex Flirted with Another Woman, and So Did I

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As I battled with menstrual cramps, my boyfriend was stuck at work, not returning until the stroke of midnight.

Sympathizing with his late-night grind, I clutched my aching belly and shuffled to the kitchen to whip up a midnight snack while he showered.

I set a steaming bowl of noodles on the dining table, just as his phone, resting nearby, lit up.

A WeChat message flashed: "Thanks for staying late with me and giving me a lift home. Heart you~"

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Chapter 1 Time to Break Up
As I battled with menstrual cramps, my boyfriend was stuck at work, not returning until the stroke of midnight. Sympathizing with his late-night grind, I clutched my aching belly and shuffled to the kitchen to whip up a midnight snack while he showered. I set a steaming bowl of noodles on the dining table, just as his phone, resting nearby, lit up. A WeChat message flashed: "Thanks for staying late with me and giving me a lift home. Heart you~" Curled up on the sofa, a chill ran through me as my abdomen throbbed with pain, beads of cold sweat dotting my forehead. Trayvon emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing behind him. He plopped down beside me, towel-drying his hair, and I instinctively leaned in, seeking his warmth. "Can you hold me, please?" But before I could reach him, he instinctively recoiled. His reaction left me frozen, a chill spreading through my heart. Trayvon just said, "Your hands are freezing." I swallowed my tangled emotions, forcing them deep down. I murmured, "Okay," and added, "I made you some noodles; they're on the table." Trayvon tossed the towel onto the sofa, headed to the table, but only grabbed his phone. "I'm not really hungry, just don't feel like eating." With that, he marched straight to the bedroom. Watching his retreating figure, the emotions I'd been holding back finally erupted. I asked, "Did you eat at the office tonight? With someone else?" Trayvon paused, finally meeting my gaze for the first time since he got home. "I just ordered takeout with colleagues while working late. Don't overthink it." I let out a bitter laugh, "With a female colleague, huh?" Trayvon frowned, impatience creeping into his voice, "Leeona, are you seriously jealous of a female colleague?" I was taken aback, a sour feeling welling up in my chest. Just a couple of questions, and he's already this harsh? Trayvon, you treat your female colleagues better than you treat me. While Trayvon was in the shower, I scrolled through his chat history with Danaja. Danaja, Trayvon's colleague, had joined their company two months ago and was assigned to his team. Practically on her first day, she added Trayvon on WeChat. Her greeting was lively and cute, accompanied by a playful cat emoji: "Hi, I'm the new colleague who joined today, Danaja~ Please look after me from now on~" Trayvon hadn't bothered to delete their chat history. I noticed he'd only replied with a simple, "Take care." It seemed polite, nothing out of the ordinary at first glance. But I knew, this was already a glaring red flag. Trayvon had never responded to non-work-related messages before, nor would he accept a friend request from a newbie at the company. When he first joined, a female senior from his team added him on WeChat, but he only accepted her request after more than half a month, when they needed to communicate for work. But now... I combed through all their messages from the past two months. There weren't many, but he replied to nearly every single one. He treated her differently, and it was painfully obvious. Maybe Travyon hadn't noticed the changes in himself, but I certainly had. I tossed and turned all night, unable to catch a wink of sleep. Memories of the years Travyon and I spent together played on a loop in my mind all night. As dawn broke and Travyon stirred awake, I remained propped against the headboard, gazing at the dimly lit sky outside. "You're awake?" Travyon asked as he sat up. He couldn't miss the exhaustion etched on my face and the shadows beneath my eyes because I saw him pause for a moment. Then he hesitantly asked, "Did you not sleep all night?" I murmured a soft "yeah." Travyon added, "You don't look well. Make sure to get some rest today." I didn't respond. It seemed like he had completely forgotten about the little unpleasantness from last night. He'd completely forgotten that this was the time of the month I always struggled. My health was fragile, and my cramps were always excruciating. Back when we first started dating, seeing me in pain would break his heart. He'd prepare a hot water bottle, coax me into sipping brown sugar water, and gently rub my stomach as he held me close. He used to know my cycle better than I did. Even if he forgot yesterday because of work, today he still didn't notice my discomfort. Travyon had stopped considering me, oblivious to the changes between us. I found my voice and asked, almost pleading, "Tonight... can you skip overtime and come home early to be with me?" Already dressed, he turned to face me. After a pause, he walked over, adjusted my blanket, and asked, "What's wrong?" I hesitated, then finally admitted, "I'm not feeling well..." Travyon's expression wavered, as if a light bulb had gone off. He looked at me, guilt in his eyes, "I've been swamped lately and forgot about your time of the month." "Don't worry about cooking today. Just rest, and I'll get takeout." I gazed at Travyon, a bitter taste lingering in my heart. Carefully, I repeated, "So, can you come home early tonight to be with me?" Travyon's gaze fell, his voice heavy with fatigue. "Leeona, I have to work." I stayed silent. Travyon patted my hair, his voice coaxing, "Be good, alright?" I remained silent. Travyon must have taken my silence as agreement because he stood up and headed for the door. As the door swung open, I blurted out, "Were you working late with Danaja last night?" He stopped in his tracks. He frowned at me, "Did you go through my phone?" "There's nothing between us, don't jump to conclusions." I caught a faint "tsk" at the end, a telltale sign of his impatience. "Leeona, if you keep overthinking, it's really draining for me." With that, Travyon shut the door and walked out. His voice was steady, but the disappointment and fatigue in his eyes were as clear as day. At that moment, he seemed like a complete stranger to me, someone I no longer recognized. The room's thin walls did little to muffle the sounds from outside, and I could faintly hear Trayvon's phone ringing. It rang just once before he quickly answered it. I barely caught him saying "Hello," and then he moved away from the room, deliberately lowering his voice. Somehow, I just knew it was Danaja on the other end of the line. I tossed the covers aside and crept out of the room, unsure of what I hoped to find as I stood outside the kitchen, eavesdropping on Trayvon's conversation. I had no idea what Danaja was saying to him. But Trayvon chuckled, his deep voice saying, "Black is indeed more sophisticated, but isn't it a bit odd to let me choose the color of my own thank-you gift?" I froze, feeling as if a cascade of ice water had drenched me. Trayvon hated black. To be precise, Trayvon hated darkness, and by extension, anything black. When we were kids, Trayvon's parents were always busy, constantly traveling for business, leaving him alone at home. Once, right after his parents left, the electricity at his house went out, and for half a month, Trayvon had no power, spending his nights in darkness. Back then, Trayvon and I were in the same class, and since his parents were friends with my father, my dad often invited him over to our house. Even late at night, Trayvon was reluctant to go home, and though my dad would ask him to stay, he would refuse and run off. One time, as I walked him out, he finally opened up to me. "Leeona, your home has light. But it's not my home." I looked at Trayvon as he said this, trying to act nonchalant, but the sadness in his eyes betrayed him. In that instant, I felt a pang of sorrow. Trayvon looked at me with envy. But he didn't know that I had always envied him. Even though his parents were often away, whenever they returned, they would pick him up from school together, smiling and hugging him, walking as a family. As for me... my parents divorced before I was old enough to remember. My dad was perpetually aloof, never allowing me to mention my mom. Whenever I asked where she was, he would look at me with a gaze full of hatred. I envied Trayvon for having a harmonious family. Though human emotions are not universally shared, perhaps because we both carried our own wounds, Trayvon and I became each other's lifeline for a long time, offering mutual support. That lasted until we graduated high school. He went to college in a southern city, while I went north. For four years, we didn't see each other or keep in touch, until we both returned to our hometown for work and met again. After we got together, I noticed Trayvon had an aversion to anything black. He avoided black clothes, shoes, and socks, and even refused to use black ink for writing. Aside from his hair and eyes, I never saw anything black on Trayvon. I knew why—because Trayvon was drawn to the light, shunning the shadows. I understood him, so I was considerate and deliberately avoided black. But now, Tra accepted the color without a second thought, even joking about it. I realized I wasn't the light in Tra's life after all. When Tra finished his call and stepped out of the kitchen, he saw me and instinctively frowned. I guessed he was about to ask why I was eavesdropping on his conversation. So, I spoke first. "Tra, let's break up." "What did you say?" Tra's brows were still knitted together, and he looked a bit angry. "Leeona, are you throwing a fit again? Can you stop?" His words hit me hard, and I couldn't hold back my frustration any longer. I vividly remembered the last time Tra said, "Can you stop?" It was the Spring Festival right after I graduated and returned to my hometown. On New Year's Eve, my dad took me to celebrate with the Gavin family. After dinner, Tra and I headed downstairs to set off fireworks. He carefully lit a sparkler for me before handing it over, refusing to let me play with anything more powerful. I found it boring and kept trying to snatch the firecrackers from him, pulling at his wrist and tugging on his clothes to grab what he held. In my eagerness, I almost pulled his jacket off, ending up clinging to him. At that moment, he was flustered, trying to avoid me without pushing me away. His ears turned red, and his voice brimmed with helpless affection. "Leeona, can you stop?" Realizing our position was a bit too intimate, I quickly backed off. It was awkward, but Tra naturally moved closer again, showing me all the fireworks and sparklers he had. His voice was gentle, "Which one do you like? I'll set it off for you, okay?" When I looked up, our eyes met. In the distance, fireworks burst into the sky, their light reflecting in Tra's eyes. His gaze was filled with me. After that night, things between Tra and me became subtly different. Not long after, he confessed his feelings, and we became a couple. But now, everything had changed. It was the same words from the same person, yet why did they feel so different in my heart? I lowered my head bit by bit, a bitter smile forming on my lips. "I'm not throwing a tantrum." I took a step back. "Tra, I'm serious." "Let's break up. I'll pack my things and leave during the day. You go to work. When you come back, you won't see me anymore." I swallowed the last part of my sentence, turned around, and went back to the room. I spent the entire morning packing my belongings. It turned out to be less than I expected. I was planning to leave right away, but before I could call a cab, I received a call from an unknown number. It was Danaja. She wanted to meet me. At twelve-thirty, I headed out to meet Danaja. The moment I stepped into the restaurant, I spotted her immediately. Last night, while browsing through Travyon's phone, I had come across Danaja's social media posts. I'd seen her selfies. In the photo, she sat in an office, flashing a radiant smile at the camera, her eyes curving like crescent moons, with two sweet dimples at the corners of her mouth. In the corner of the photo, a blurry figure was absorbed in work. Danaja's caption read: "Someone's helping me with work, so I'm sneaking a break~ (ps: boss is blocked~)" Below the post, Travyon had commented: "Aren't you worried about your raise?" Danaja replied with a pouting face emoji: "Would you let me go hungry?" My thoughts began to wander, but I quickly reined them in. Looking again at Danaja sitting by the window, she was gazing outside, a faint smile on her lips, seemingly in good spirits. She was very pretty, and when she smiled, she was bubbling with energy and utterly adorable. I thought, if it were me, I might also be softened by her pouty expressions. No wonder Travyon made an exception for her. I walked over and took a seat. Danaja looked at me, initially surprised, then broke into a sweet smile. "You must be Tra's girlfriend, Lee, right? Hi, I'm Danaja, but you can call me Yanyan." She was confident, cheerful, and not the least bit shy. Her openness left me momentarily at a loss. I slowly lowered my gaze and asked in a neutral tone, "What do you want with me?" "Well, Lee," Danaja didn't beat around the bush. "I noticed Tra seemed down this morning, and when I asked, he mentioned you two were breaking up... I wasn't sure if it was because I called him this morning. I just wanted to let you know, I called Tra for no other reason than to thank him with a gift for always looking out for me..." "I hope you don't misunderstand." Danaja's words were perfectly ordinary. But to my ears, they cut deeply. Travyon had so quickly, so directly, shared our breakup with a colleague. How did he tell her? Did he mention he didn't understand why I was upset? Recalling Travyon's tone with me these past days, I could almost hear the annoyance and weariness in his voice. I could almost see the impatience on his face when he spoke of me. He even allowed this colleague to come to me, to persuade me not to misunderstand. It felt like a silent slap across my face. Making me feel like a petty, unreasonable, and troublesome woman. I opened my mouth, but words failed me for a moment. Honestly, regardless of where my relationship with Travyon stood, I really had no reason to discuss it with a woman I was meeting for the first time. At that moment, I glanced out the window and saw someone rushing toward the restaurant. His steps were quick, barely concealing his urgency. As he spotted me sitting by the window with Danaja, his gaze first landed on her, and the worry in his eyes was unmistakable. Then he turned to look at me, and his brow furrowed again. I couldn't help but laugh. I knew I wasn't everyone's favorite, but it was the first time I felt so unwelcome. Tra marched over to our table with determination, and the first words out of his mouth were an accusation, "Leeona, what exactly are you trying to do?" His tone was harsh and domineering. "Isn't it enough to make a scene at home and break up? Why are you here with her?" In that moment, I felt like a fool on display. I could clearly see the embarrassment on Danaja's face as she shot me an apologetic glance and tugged on Tra's sleeve. "Tra, don't blame Lee... It was me who called her." Tra's expression faltered momentarily before he quickly masked it with composure. His tone softened considerably when he addressed Danaja, "Why did you call her?" Danaja explained, "I didn't want Lee to misunderstand." He fell silent for a moment, then turned to me. "Leeona," he sighed silently, "Let me say it one more time—there's nothing going on between me and Danaja. I'll come home early tonight. Stop making a fuss, will you? Just wait for me at home." I stared at Tra, watching their interaction, feeling like the intruder in their story. It felt like a thousand needles were pricking my heart, and disappointment in Tra washed over me. "You two should get back to work," I said. There was no point in saying more; all I wanted was to leave. I stood up and headed for the exit. "Bang." In my rush to flee the restaurant, I collided with someone. "Sorry..." I began to apologize, but a deep voice cut through from above. "Leeona?" Instinctively, I looked up and was met with a familiar, handsome face. His dark eyes locked onto mine, surprise flickering across his gaze.

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