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I opened the bag. 

Inside was some dusty pink pad covered in grime-the kind of generic crap gas stations can’t even give away. 

“If you didn’t have any, you could’ve just asked someone. But no, you had to hide out all day and make me wait an 

hour.” 

“Go change. And don’t get blood on my seats.” 

He kept rambling. I stared at his perfect mouth moving and just felt… exhausted. 

I closed the bag. 

“Evan, I can’t use this brand.” 

Truth is, I can’t use ANY regular pad. They all have adhesive backing, and I’m violently allergic to glue. Even touching 

it makes me break out in hives. 

Let alone sticking it on the most sensitive part of my body during my period. 

So I only use one specific brand. The ONLY one that works. 

I told him about this when we first started dating. 

“Hey, just so you know? I’m allergic to adhesive, so I can only use this one pad. If you ever see it on sale, grab me 

some?” 

Evan didn’t even look up from his game. 

“You’re so high-maintenance.” 

My hand froze mid-scroll. I forced a smile. 

“Sorry, yeah, I’ll just… stock up myself. It’s complicated, you wouldn’t get it…” 

That’s how he talked to me. Like every other sentence was a baseball bat to the face. 

But other than that? He was great. Did chores. Cooked amazing meals. Fattened me up by five pounds. 

Never stopped me from buying stuff, even when I’d bring home weird decorations that clashed with his whole 

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minimalist vibe. He’d just shake his head. 

“So childish.” 

Over time. I convinced myself that’s just who he was. Blunt. Forgetful Occasionally mean. 

And since I chased HIM first, I figured I had to take the bitter with the sweet. 

So I stuck it out for three years. 

Until today. 

Until I couldn’t anymore. 

Why can’t you use it?” 

He’d asked me that seventeen times over the years. I’d explained sixteen. 

This time, I just tossed the pad in a trash can. 

“I just can’t. And since you’re so worried about your car, I’ll just Uber home.” 

His jaw tightened. Then he yanked open the passenger door and shoved me inside. 

“It’s too late for you to Uber alone. Whatever. I’ll just get it detailed tomorrow.” 

Always half-considerate, half-cruel. 

I gripped the seatbelt until my knuckles went white. My throat felt like it was closing. 

I pulled out my phone and messaged the wedding photography studio we’d booked. 

“Hi, I need to cancel our shoot next week. What’s the process?” 

The typing bubble appeared and disappeared about a dozen times before she finally replied. 

“Ms. Harper, three days ago your wedding shoot was changed to a birthday photoshoot for two And Mr. Anderson requested we move it up. The edited photos are ready tonight.” 

“Did he not tell you?” 

My finger hovered over the screen. Shaking so hard I almost dropped my phone. 

I pressed my wrist down with my other hand to steady it. 

I glanced at Evan. Eyes on the road. Focused. Normal. 

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Like always. 

He must’ve felt me staring because he shot me a look. 

“What? Still pouting because I called you out?” 

I didn’t answer. Just waited until my hands stopped trembling. Then I typed back. 

“Can I see the photos?” 

The typing bubble flickered again before she sent them. Photos. And a ten-second video. 

“Ms. Harper, your fiancé swore we wouldn’t get in trouble for this. Please don’t make this difficult for us…” 

I stopped reading. 

Opened the first photo. 

A familiar face stared back at me. My eyes burned. 

Gina Penn. The new intern. The one who got MY tampons and MY Advil. 

There were dozens of photos. In every single one, Evan was right there beside her. Matching outfits. Laughing. Looking like the perfect couple. 

I clicked on the video. 

Gina pouted at the camera, rubbing her shoulder. 

“Ugh, my shoulder’s killing me. Evan, can you rub it real quick?” 

And there it was. The version of Evan I’d never seen. 

Soft. Gentle, Warm. 

“Alright, drama queen. One more set and we’re done. Then I’ll buy you dinner.” 

Her whole face lit up. She threw her hands in the air. 

“Yay!” 

My eyes stung. I touched my face, expecting tears. 

Nothing. 

I was done crying over Evan Anderson.