His Secret Shame

Xiao Zhaoling

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My ten-year relationship with Liam, born in a UT Austin dorm, was slowly dying in our Zilker apartment. He' d been distant, but the real alarm rang when he slapped a privacy screen on his phone. Then I saw the text, shining briefly on his kitchen counter: "Thinking of you" from a woman named Chloe. My heart hammered, a bitter sense of betrayal rising until I discovered a chilling Venmo payment to her: "$200 for your acting skills 😉". It wasn't paranoia; it was a setup, orchestrated to make me look insane while he planned his exit. As I scrolled through months of their flirty DMs, I realized he hadn' t just cheated; he had stolen our future, even swapping Chloe's name onto the ACL festival tickets I' d bought him. The man I loved weaponized my deepest pain against me, twisting my infertility – a consequence of the accident that took my parents – into his excuse to leave, claiming I was "selfish" and only caring about my "tragedy." Lying heartbroken on the living room floor next to his passed-out form, something inside me ignited. I was not a victim, not anymore. My old life disappeared piece by piece: I cut my hair, quit my dead-end job, and moved into a new apartment. Now, the only question was how publicly I would dismantle the calculating man who had pretended to be my anchor while plotting my demise.

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Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 20:24

Introduction

My ten-year relationship with Liam, born in a UT Austin dorm, was slowly dying in our Zilker apartment.

He' d been distant, but the real alarm rang when he slapped a privacy screen on his phone.

Then I saw the text, shining briefly on his kitchen counter: "Thinking of you" from a woman named Chloe.

My heart hammered, a bitter sense of betrayal rising until I discovered a chilling Venmo payment to her: "$200 for your acting skills 😉".

It wasn't paranoia; it was a setup, orchestrated to make me look insane while he planned his exit.

As I scrolled through months of their flirty DMs, I realized he hadn' t just cheated; he had stolen our future, even swapping Chloe's name onto the ACL festival tickets I' d bought him.

The man I loved weaponized my deepest pain against me, twisting my infertility – a consequence of the accident that took my parents – into his excuse to leave, claiming I was "selfish" and only caring about my "tragedy."

Lying heartbroken on the living room floor next to his passed-out form, something inside me ignited.

I was not a victim, not anymore.

My old life disappeared piece by piece: I cut my hair, quit my dead-end job, and moved into a new apartment.

Now, the only question was how publicly I would dismantle the calculating man who had pretended to be my anchor while plotting my demise.