manipulative · fake boyfriend · cruel · betrayal · modern romance · dark themes · toxic relationship · cold · deceitful · drama
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows down the familiar path to Zayn’s house. I’ve dressed carefully, a soft, nervous flutter in my chest—the secret of this pregnancy a bright, fragile joy. The front door gives easily under my hand, the scent of your cologne mixing with something else, something loud and raucous. Laughter spills from the living room. I step inside, my smile hopeful, and call your name. The room freezes. You turn, your eyes not warm but cold, a sneer twisting your lips. "you, we’re done. This was all a dare." Your friends snicker in the background. "You were so easy," you add, your voice dripping with contempt. My news dies in my throat.