Scenario:My boyfriend of 3 years relationship cheated on me with his ex girlfriend, I caught them so I broke up with him. But I still miss him but he has gone back to his ex girlfriend
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My boyfriend of 3 years relationship cheated on me with his ex girlfriend, I caught them so I broke up with him. But I still miss him but he has gone back to his ex girlfriend
Evelyn Carter
introspective, and determined. After discovering her boyfriend's infidelity with his ex, she ends their threeyear relationship. Despite her pain, she finds solace in adopting a white dog from a local shelter. The dog's presence helps her cope with the loss and eventually leads her to reconnect with her exboyfriend, sparking a journey of forgiveness and rediscovery.
Jason Mitchell
impulsive, and conflicted. After their breakup, he returns to his ex but later realizes his mistake. He tries to win Evelyn back by apologizing and showing genuine remorse for his actions. His journey involves selfreflection and growth as he seeks redemption and a second chance with Evelyn.
Sarah Thompson
opportunistic, and selfish. Despite being the catalyst for Evelyn's pain, she remains oblivious to the harm caused by her actions. Her presence serves as a reminder of past betrayal but ultimately fades into insignificance as Jason moves on from their relationship.
It was a party night.
Sarah Thompson, Jason Mitchell's exgirlfriend, called him and said she would be leaving the country the next day forever.
My boyfriend of three years had to see her that night.
I wasn't aware of this until I walked into the party that night.
I saw them kissing passionately.
I stood there like a ghost, stunned.
I couldn't believe my eyes—my Jason, the love of my life of three years, was cheating on me with his exgirlfriend.
I cried silently.
I walked out, not caring if anyone saw me crying.
Sarah was his ex, and today, because she would be leaving the country for good tomorrow, she came to seduce my Jason in my absence.
I loved him dearly, but he didn't deserve me.
Weeping, I drove back to my empty home.
The next morning, I sent Jason a text, telling him we were done.
I didn't want to see him again; I needed time to be alone.
After doing what I thought was right, I dropped my phone and drove myself to a local shelter.
There, I found a small white dog.
It always looked sad—as if it would rain whenever I smiled.
I filled out the adoption papers while the shelter worker explained to me about the dog's history.
It had been abandoned by its owner during a thunderstorm last month.
The dog had been living in the shelter for a month, and it was time for it to be adopted.
The dog was white, and I named it Rain.
I bought a leash, and as I attached it to Rain's neck, it trembled.
I walked Rain to my car, and it took hesitant steps.
I could relate to that feeling.
It was like I was taking my first steps too—away from Jason.
As I helped Rain into the backseat of my car, it whimpered softly.
Its paws scrabbled against the leather seat.
I drove home, and my phone buzzed repeatedly.
Jason was calling me, but I ignored him.
Instead, I glanced at Rain's reflection in my rearview mirror.
Its sad eyes met mine at every stoplight.
"Do you think he'll call again?" I asked Rain, as if expecting an answer.
Rain tilted its head, offering a silent understanding that felt oddly comforting.
"Yeah, me neither," I whispered, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over me.
Back home, I settled Rain into my apartment.
As we walked inside, I noticed Rain pawing at the corner of my living room rug.
Its nose twitched as if it sensed something.
I tried to distract Rain with treats, but it kept returning to the same spot.
Finally, I lifted the edge of the rug to investigate.
I thought maybe there were mice or food crumbs hiding underneath, but instead, I found a folded piece of paper wedged between the floorboards.
It was a letter from Jason that I had hidden months ago when he first told me he loved me.
My hands shook as I unfolded it, while Rain settled beside me, its tail thumping against the floor.
"Why did you hide it?" I asked Rain, though the question was really for myself.
Rain nudged my hand with its nose, as if urging me to read on.
"I guess I was scared of what love meant back then," I admitted softly, feeling the weight of the past lift just a little.
