But he wasn’t going to get away with it. By the time he realized what I’d done, his entire world would collapse. The morning everything fell apart was almost serene.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, birds chirped, and I sipped my coffee with a calmness I hadn’t felt in weeks. Jake wandered in, yawning, and flipped the light switch. Nothing happened.
“Hey, the electricity’s off,” he grumbled. “Huh, that’s weird,” I said casually, taking another sip. He scowled, but before he could ask more, his phone buzzed.
He picked it up and frowned. “The landlord says we have to move out in two weeks. What the hell is going on?”
“Oh, about that,” I said, setting my cup down neatly.
“Since I’m paying all the bills now, I thought it’d be smarter to downsize. I found a cute little one-bedroom apartment. For me.
You’re not on the lease, so you’ll need to figure out where to live.”
Jake froze, blinking hard. “What the hell are you talking about? Are you crazy?”
I smiled sweetly.
“Nope. Just practical. Oh, and the savings account?” I gestured to his phone.
“I transferred it all to my account. Consider it fair compensation for the cooking, cleaning, and laundry I’ve been doing for free.”
His face flushed deep red. “You can’t do that!
That’s our money!”
“Correction: It was my money too. But now it’s just mine.” I stood up, grabbing my keys. “Good luck saving for ‘our future,’ Jake.
Or should I say your future? Because I’m not part of it anymore.”
As I walked toward the door, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen—Anna.
His face went pale. I laughed. “Better answer that.
She seems high-maintenance. I’m sure she’ll love hearing why her fancy downtown apartment isn’t happening.”
He sputtered something, but I didn’t stay to listen. I walked out and let the door slam behind me, leaving Jake and his chaos behind.
Two weeks later, I was sipping wine on the balcony of my cozy new apartment, enjoying the quiet and the peace that came with being alone. The chaos of the past month already felt distant. Through mutual friends, I heard Jake was couch-surfing, desperately trying to save enough for a deposit.
Apparently, Anna dumped him the second she found out his “savings” were gone. Poetic justice, really. A text pinged on my phone: “Jake’s crashing at Tom’s.
He’s been telling everyone you ruined his life. Thought you’d want to know.”
I laughed out loud and set the phone down. For the first time in years, I felt free—truly free from his selfishness, manipulation, and his version of “our future.”
Raising my glass, I whispered to myself with a smile, “Here’s to my future, Jake.
You’re not in it.”
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