That night, curiosity got the better of me. I saw a suspicious text on Ethan’s phone asking him to meet someone. The next day, I followed him to a quiet address and witnessed him speaking to a man. Later, he parked outside our neighbor’s house instead of ours, confirming my worst fears. I crept closer and overheard Ethan confessing to Jay that they were involved—he was gay and had been hiding the truth from everyone, including me.
Heartbroken, I confronted them. Ethan begged for forgiveness, claiming he felt safe with me but had lied out of fear. I told him honesty matters more than comfort and ended the engagement. Watching him pack and leave was painful, but necessary. I had fallen in love with a version of him that wasn’t real.
Shortly after, Jay came to apologize, admitting he wished he had told me the truth sooner. We shared tea and a quiet moment, and in that calm, I realized something powerful. I hadn’t just lost a relationship—I had rediscovered my self-worth. And with that, I could finally begin to heal and move forward, stronger than before.
