No Longer That Person In The Evening Breeze

Summary

My fiancé had a creditor.

For the five years we dated, in the name of “paying her back,” he habitually transferred half of his project bonuses to her.

The birthday gifts he prepared for me would become hers if she said she liked them.

Even one phone call from her was enough for him to abandon me and leave in a rush.

He said they had grown up together, practically sharing the same pants as kids. If he could help, he should.

I believed him.

Until the day we finally saved enough for the down payment on our future home.

I couldn’t wait to go look at apartments with him.