Waited Till Dawn, Left As His Substitute
Language: en
On our sixth anniversary, I put on my sexy lingerie, prepared seven whole boxes of condoms, and planned to give Marcus a surprise. But even by dawn, he never came home. Until someone anonymously sent me a photo and a text message. In the photo, Marcus had his arms around a disheveled woman. He was cupping her face, kissing her passionately. The text had only one line: "His first love is back. Time for you, the substitute, to fuck off." Six years. A whole six years. I thought he'd settled down for me, but in the end, I was just a similar face, a counterfeit he could summon at will. I didn't…