The Ex & The Next
Language: en
During a video call with my boyfriend, his roommates started shouting, wanting to get a look at me. I was giving them a shy, polite smile when suddenly, the phone was snatched away. A magnetic voice, laced with a laugh, cut through the noise. "C'mon, don't be selfish. Let the guys get a look at the lucky lady." In the next second, I was staring at the face of my ex-boyfriend—the one whose breakup with me had been a spectacular train wreck. The smile slowly vanished from his face. After a long moment, his lips twisted into a smirk. "Fuck."