XSTORIES4U: Tales of Love, Lies, and Betrayal - Book 1

Part 33 Heartbreak: Betrayed by Love and Family!

I never thought I'd be the one pouring my heart out on the internet, but here I am, reeling from betrayal that would make even a soap opera look tame. My girlfriend of three years had always been the love of my life, or so I thought. When my cousin lost his job and needed a place to stay, I didn't hesitate to open our home to him. It felt good to help family, and I convinced her it was the right thing to do. Little did I know, I was inviting a snake into our garden. It started with small, seemingly innocent gestures—her cooking his favorite meals, late-night chats in the kitchen. I should've seen the signs, but I was too trusting, too naïve. One night, I came home early from work, only to find them wrapped around each other on our living room couch. The look of guilt on her face was nothing compared to the smug satisfaction on his. In that moment, I realized it had been going on for a while, and every moment of trust and love I'd invested had been shattered. I stood there, frozen in the doorway, the scene unraveling like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. My girlfriend and my cousin, tangled together on the couch, oblivious to my presence for a moment longer. When they finally saw me, her face flushed with guilt, but my cousin? He just smirked, that infuriating look of triumph flashing across his face.

The air felt thick, suffocating, as I tried to process the betrayal that was staring back at me. My girlfriend stammered out some pathetic excuse, but I couldn't hear her over the roaring in my ears. Every memory of us—the late-night talks, the promises, the plans for our future—flashed before my eyes, tainted by the knowledge of her betrayal.

I wanted to lash out, to throw them both out of the apartment and out of my life, but something stopped me. A strange calm washed over me as I noticed the small details—her half-packed suitcase by the door, my cousin's overnight bag sitting neatly beside it. They hadn't just been fooling around behind my back. They were planning to leave together.

As the reality of the situation sank in, my anger simmered into something darker—something colder. I didn't say a word. I just turned around, grabbed my phone, and walked back out the door.

But instead of driving away, I stayed close by, waiting. I knew their routine by now—the late-night chats, the secret rendezvous. I knew they were planning to leave, and I had no intention of making it easy for them.

An hour later, I watched from the shadows as they both slipped out of the apartment, hand in hand, dragging their bags behind them. They thought they had outsmarted me, thought they were escaping clean, but they didn't know about the little surprise I had prepared.

Earlier that day, I'd called the landlord and transferred the lease entirely into her name. The bills, the rent, everything. I had already moved my most valuable things out of the apartment, leaving behind only the things that were in her name. I'd also taken out every dime from our joint account.

By the time they realized they were stuck with all the responsibilities, it would be too late. They could have each other, but they would be left with the mess they created. The twist wasn't in the betrayal—it was in their belief that they could walk away from me without consequences.

As I drove away that night, I smiled. They may have shattered my trust, but I made sure to shatter their illusion of a clean escape. In the end, it was me who had the last laugh.