“Auntie, what do I do? I thought he was going to propose.” My heart broke into a million pieces.
“I told you what to do. I’ll be right there.” She ended the call.
I didn’t do anything. Instead, I took all my blankets, curled up on the bed, and started to cry.
About a half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened it. Auntie Kiki strode in like she owned the place, nose wrinkling at the mess. Her dark-brown hair was up with a scarf, large glasses sliding down her nose. She was always dressed impeccably– it was island impeccable, not Los Angeles impeccable.
“Auntie Kiki’s here. Don’t cry. You’re not one of those people who look cute when you cry.” She pulled me in for a hug. “I told you he was no good.”
Auntie said it lovingly. While she could be a lot, she only had my best interest at heart. She was also the most supportive relative I had after my parents’ passing. More so even than my brother.
Not that anyone was unsupportive. My aunties and uncles teased me, got after me about things, but ultimately, they all loved me regardless.
“But I love him. We had our life planned out,” I sobbed. We’d graduate, start our doctoral programs, and after we finished, we’d go wherever my job took me, because physical therapists could work anywhere. Maybe add a pack member or two along the way.
“Then he tossed you aside for some floozy. He’s not worth a single thought. Did you do what I said?” Her eyebrows rose.
I shook my head. “No. Well, except for changing some passwords.”
She rolled her eyes, exasperatedly.
“Wouldn’t it be mean to cancel her ticket and strand her in Bali? If I did that, everyone would be mad at me and accuse me of being controlling. It will ruin their trip,” I sniffed.
“They’re not your friends. Who cares?” She grabbed my laptop from the bedroom and sat down in the living room.
In a few strokes, she canceled Drea’s return ticket. Her fingers hover over the connection as a vicious smile curved across her lips. “Should we cancel her connection?”
“What?” Getting from Hilo to Bali took three flights. They were most likely on their way to Manila.
Auntie shook her head. “No. I won’t do that. Too easy. This way she’ll get there then be stranded. Should we cancel his return flight, too?”
“He’ll get angry with me.” I rubbed my temples. How had it gone from excitement to this?
“Did you pay for it?” she demanded.
I nodded. “Hesaid he’d pay me back.”
Of course, he owed me for a lot of things.
“He stole from you. He’s not your boyfriend. His feelings no longer matter.” Her fingers moved across the keyboard.
Oh my god. We’d broken up, hadn’t we? I curled on the couch in a blanket burrito.
“Did you file the charges with the bank?” she asked.
I shook my head.
She rolled her eyes. “Did you take him off the account?”
“He wasn't on the account. He just used my phone to send himself money. How could he steal from me? How could he uninvite me from the vacation I planned and paid for?” I sobbed. “He was my alpha. He betrayed me.”
In the mornings I woke him up and made sure we had the food he liked. I helped him study. When he had long days, I brought him lunch or packed him one on internship days.
A sob ripped from my throat. I thought he was the one.
Maybe he wasn’t. Obviously, I wasn’t the one for him.
What was I going to do when he came back?
