My hands shook. Using my ticket refund, and my account, Logan had purchased another ticket in someone else’s name. For a different time. Logan’s ticket was also there, since I’d bought and paid for his–which he hadn’t reimbursed me for.
It had been changed to times that matched hers.
I checked my best friend's socials and saw a photo of six people with their bags, dated from hours ago.Off to Bali for some relaxation and no toxicity.
No toxicity?
Somebody commented:Where’s Kai? Didn’t they put this all together?
Kai’s too controlling and annoying so we left them behind, ha-ha.
That was my boyfriend.
My boyfriend, the one I thought was proposing, just called me,Too controlling and annoyingand admitted he’d left me behind on purpose.
Hurt stabbed my heart. How could he say that? I thought he loved me. He told me he loved me.
Yeah, can you imagine Kai’s sad pitiful face?my bestie added.
Isn’t that mean?someone asked.
It’s not mean. We’re just teaching Kai a lesson. I can’t have an omega that thinks they can be a nag and control me. Don’t worry, I’ll buy Kai something nice,my boyfriend added.
Too controlling and annoying? Were they referring to me asking everyone regularly to pay me back for their portions of the trip because I knew that otherwise I’d never see it? Or that I reminded people that we needed passports? That I tried to organize the trip so everyone got to do what they wanted, because otherwise everyone would argue and no one would get to do anything?
I stared at the photo of my boyfriend, my best friend and her boyfriend, Logan’s best friend, and one of our other friends. All people I trusted and knew well.
The sixth person was Drea. The one Logan used my money to buy a ticket for.
She was the freshman omega Logan had been mentoring for his program. At first, I liked her and tried to include her, even when the others thought she was annoying.
It had turned into,Why can’t you be more like her? She’s so easy-going, because she’s not worried about money. Why do you keep asking us questions for this trip? Let’s just go with the flow. We’re not children, of course everyone has a passport that won’t expire while we’re there.
I went to Drea’s profile and saw dozens of pictures of her and Logan. Well, parts of him. But I knew what every inch of him looked like. There were lots of comments like,This is what true love looks like,andI have the best guy, he made me lunch.
Only it was the lunchIhadmade for him.
The audacity!
And I had no idea.
I saw the likes and the comments. It hit me like a brick. My friends knew.
They all knew he was cheating on me, and no one, not even my so-called best friend, had told me.
The worst was a comment that had been hidden under one of the pictures.Is that who I think it is? You should be careful, because he’s in a serious relationship.
Oh, she’s just a placeholder. Also, she’s too busy to notice. Ha-ha. Her loss is my gain,Drea had commented.
Right, she’s annoying, like why even make a big deal about being non-binary if you’re going to mostly use ‘she’ pronouns,Logan’s best friend, Seth, had added.So dramatic. Not to mention you’re not actually ‘bi’ if you’re in a hetero relationship.
My belly churned. She/they pronouns were a thing. Not to mention the non-binary and bi-sexual erasure in his statements.Asshole.
One of the things Logan had said he liked about me was that I was independent and had career goals.
Maybe I was too focused, too driven, too busy.
But that’s how you succeeded and success was how you paid bills and made everyone proud. I thought all these things are assets, not liabilities.
