Beating My Catfisher At His Game
Language: en
The screen of my phone flickered to life, casting a cold, blue glow across my darkened dorm room. It was a message from her. “Babe, I’m so down right now. You’re the only one who truly understands me. Can we talk?” I stared at the words, my heart hammering against my ribs—not with the fluttering excitement of a lover, but with the cold, hard rhythm of a survivor. I tapped out a response: “Of course.” No one would have guessed that three months from now, this "sweet" digital romance would be the thing that dragged me into a bottomless abyss. In my past life, the day the prestigious…