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I found a covert note that my boyfriend's ex had left before they broke up, and after I showed her, I contacted her ex and it changed my life.

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"Perhaps that's exactly what I am," I whispered, my voice being louder than I wanted. "Perhaps I finally see clearly for the first time. ”

A furious man who stares someone. Source: Midjourney

A furious man who stares someone. Source: Midjourney

His eyes shone with something illegible, something I didn't like. Then, after a long moment of tension, he moved away. That's when I knew I was done.

I called my brother and told him to meet me at the apartment after Matt left for work. I needed reinforcement while I was taking my belongings.

While I was packing my bags, I left a little word slippering it where Teresa's was.

"Dear Matt,

Clean your dirty house.

Best wishes,

Rachel. ”

It was petty. But at least I made a blind eye and went straight to the point.

That night I remained awake in my friend's guest room, the ceiling fan buzzing above me. My head didn't want to stop thinking. Who was Teresa? How was his relationship with Matt?

A Perplexed Woman Lost in Deep Thoughts Source: Midjourney

A Perplexed Woman Lost in Deep Thoughts Source: Midjourney

I picked up my phone and looked for his name online. I had to dig a little deeper, but I found it on social media. Her profile picture showed her on a nearby, smiling, tanning, radiant... and happy beach.

I hesitated, and then I typed a message.

"Hello Teresa. You don't know me, but I think I just found your word at Matt."

She answered me an hour later.

"Oh wow. I wondered if anyone would ever find it. Do you want us to see each other? ”

I didn't even hesitate. "Yes. A coffee tomorrow? At the Black Coffee Beanz? ”

A Woman looking at her phone - Source: Midjourney

A Woman looking at her phone - Source: Midjourney

Meet Teresa was... surreal. I expected bitterness and resentment. Instead, she was warm and empathetic. She didn't rejoice and didn't say, "I told you."

"I'm just glad you're doing it," she said, stirring her coffee. "I know how difficult it is. ”

I expired slowly. "He gave me the impression of being crazy. As if I were doing too much. ”

She nodded. "That's what he's doing. It’s not just cleaning – it’s the way it rewrites reality. And he's questioning everything. ”

"Does he..." I took a break, gathering my courage. "Have he ever scared you?" ”

Teresa's hand shuddered slightly as she laid her cup. "The day I left, he threw a chair through the room. Not against me, but ..." she crossed my gaze. "It was pretty close. ”

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