Backstabbed by My Bestie

On Antonio’s birthday, I spent hours preparing a special feast, only to discover he had abandoned me for another woman, Valda.

As I cleaned up the untouched meal, Antonio mocked my cake and offered comfort food, a ritual of unspoken truce between us.

But when I noticed a message from Valda on Antonio’s phone, a heated confrontation broke out, and I ended up scalding my hand.

Antonio rushed me to the hospital, but I was left in the sweltering car, forgotten for over an hour while he tended to Valda.

When I finally escaped and returned home, Antonio’s only concern was his missing portion of food.

A simmering tension rose within me, and I couldn’t help but wonder: am I still a part of his life, or am I just an afterthought?