Kai Summers is a Afro-Caribbean born immigrant to the US. Kai is humble and one of the sweetest persons you will ever meet although his living situations aren't ideal - Kai has his mind set on making the best for his future. He is an aspiring doctor...
Tears fall from my eyes and wet the fabric of the clothes I pack into the travel bag.
I couldn't believe Zander would ever be capable of hurting me so badly. To think he would cheat on me. I am so dumb to have fallen in love with a man who cheated on his fiancée.
I deserve this . . . I deserve to get cheated on.
It's my fault to have put my trust in a man who was a known cheater. This is my karma for my ignorance of him cheating on Elizabeth.
I grip the sides of my phone, the text from the unknown person that made me aware of Zander's betrayal shone brightly on the screen. I feel a pang of bitterness wash over me, the sight of the message instantly dredging up painful memories of how stupidly lovesick and stupid I was to believe in Zander's love for me.
I remember the feeling of cold blood rushing to my temples and the tightness in my stomach. I remember . . .
I remember throwing clothes back and forth from the closet, I couldn't find a decent thing to wear on this surprise date with Zander. He said to wear something casual but Zander had a completely different idea of casual than I did.
I spot a light blue oxford shirt, that I got some time back but didn't wear once because Julia found it faux pas of me to be caught in public in a shirt with visible logos. I smile before pulling the shirt off its hanger, I hope the New York's patricians forgive this minor indiscretion on my part.
I rest the pieces of the outfit down on the bed when I hear the sound of a notification on my phone. I skip to where it's charged to see if it's Zander telling me to get ready.
But it wasn't Zander. I look down at the message and my stomach turns.
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"Stop," I caution myself not to jump to conclusions even if Zander has been acting weird all week.
I send a quick message to the unknown number telling them they have the wrong number.
I don't even have to blink and there is a message from the number again.
"Since . . . You're in denial," I read the text aloud."Zander is cheating on you. If you don't believe me. Go to this address and see for yourself."
A horrid feeling of fear arises in me and text the number back — Who is this? And in seconds there's a reply — Just someone who doesn't want to see you living a lie.
I consider the text. Then I laugh. This all has to be some silly joke. Who even talks like that?
"Leave me, alone. I'm blocking you." I read as I write the last reply I'll be sending to the person responsible for this joke.
I try turning away from my phone but a new text comes in — Here's the location. Zander is in room 44 with his lover and it isn't you.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry with fear of this not being a joke at all.
