Dangerous Ride: Love after Betrayal

Mission Myra

I don’t remember how long I sat there. I just know I lost balance of my legs, my head becoming empty before I finally stood up.

The room blurred with tears, but I blinked them back, refusing to let myself break. Jake was still snoring, sprawled across my bed like he hadn’t just shattered my world.

I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in three years, all I felt was disgust. The urge to slap him awake, to scream and shake him until he confessed everything, until he told me what I just heard was a prank and not the three years we had together. But I didn’t.

Instead, I reached for his pocket and grabbed his phone.

I’d never touched it before, not once in three years. I never snooped, never felt the need to because I trusted him. But tonight, all bets were off.

I took his hand and pressed his finger to the sensor. The phone unlocked with a soft click.

I opened his gallery. Messages. w******p. i********:. I didn’t even know what I was looking for until I found it.

Screenshots. Chats. Voice notes.

And there it was… Nicole.

The same Nicole who I believed never knew Jake before, and I was the one who made them know each other.

The same Nicole I called my sister, the same girl I’ve known since my childhood.

She was the one who started the whole damn game.

I never even knew they were friends before I started dating him.

It all started with, “I dare you to date someone for three years without catching feelings.”

“Someone sweet. Someone loyal. Let’s see if you can fool a good girl.”

“You will make her fall totally for you, and you won’t fall back.”

I saw it under Nicole’s messages.

Then Dylan replied, “You know I’m a bad guy… but how do I get a good one fast?”

“I have one in my grip now, like an extremely good, stupid girl, and she is well endowed. I will give her to you,” my own best friend replied.

My heart stopped.

My head felt empty, and I could feel it, the way my soul left my body.

I scrolled fast, my hands shaking hard, to the day Dylan and I met for the first time, and their chats were there.

“That’s the new joystick. Do you like her?”

She said that with a laughing emoji.

I kept on scrolling. There were many group chats, but I finally saw the one with my name.

MISSION MYRA.

I opened it with trembling fingers.

And there it was. Dylan, Nicole, Liam, and the whole damn crew.

A lot of dirty things about me, even Dylan sharing how my body looked with them, and Nicole reminding him of the rules of the game.

My vision swam. My ears rang.

I wasn’t a girlfriend.

I was a f*****g project.

A prop.

A joke.

And they thought it was hilarious.

I couldn’t control myself from crying.

I kept scrolling and scrolling.

And the more I scrolled…

The worse it got.

Photos.

Hotel receipts.

Nudes.

Messages.

They’d been sleeping together.

For two years.

As in, Dylan and Nicole had been sleeping together for two damn years.

While I was playing the loyal, trusting girlfriend, Nicole was playing me behind my back. She was f*****g my boyfriend.

My hands went numb, my stomach turned to ice, and I couldn’t even swallow.

Jake stirred slightly in his sleep and mumbled her name.

“Nic…” he said in his sleep.

That is it.

Everything is finally coming out.

I dropped the phone like it burned me.

Silence filled the entire room.

My eyes drifted to the side drawer. There was a pair of scissors inside. And a part of me, a small, dangerous part, wondered what it would feel like to finally break something… to destroy something the way I had just been destroyed.

But I didn’t.

I controlled myself.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t slap him. I didn’t throw a single thing.

I wasn’t ready to throw my life away because of them.

They were never worth that.

Instead, I made a decision.

One I believed would be the best for me.

And I was sure it would definitely be the best for them too.