I Paid Off My Boyfriend's Debt, Then He Betrayed Me

I worked three jobs to pay off my boyfriend Deacon Foster's debts after his failed investment. One day, while rushing to deliver food, dusty and exhausted, I spotted him in the car, laughing with his friend, Daphne Collins. They were far too close. He caught sight of me, his face twisting in disgust.

"Look at her," he sneered, his hand gripping Daphne's waist, "She reeks of sweat every day, then asks if I love her. It's pathetic. I'm sick of it."

When I got home later that day, I found lace underwear and unused condoms tossed carelessly in the car.