I Lost My Child,My Lying Boyfriend Broke Down

The next morning, I woke up groggy and made my way downstairs. Miles was sitting at the table, eating the leftover lemon cake from the night before.

If I wasn’t mistaken, the piece in his hand was the one Ashley had left behind.

He said, “You went out in the rain to buy this last night. I can’t let your effort go to waste, so I’m going to finish the cake today.”

I gave him a small smile but said nothing.

Before leaving for work, he reminded me, “I won’t be home for lunch today, so if you’re going to work, don’t bother having the housekeeper prepare anything.”

After Miles left for the office, I tossed the remaining cake from the fridge into the trash.

That evening, while waiting for Miles to pick me up after work, I casually scrolled through my phone.

That’s when I saw a new post from Ashley on her social feed.

She and I had followed each other on Instagram that night when she insisted.

Her post read: [A big thank you to Mr. Gomez for the dinner on behalf of all the colleagues, and an even bigger thanks to my dear buddy for the welcome gifts! They really made me feel special at the office!]

The pictures showed a private dining room at an upscale restaurant, along with a bouquet of flowers and a necklace.

The flowers were forget-me-nots. But it was the necklace that really caught my eye – it looked all too familiar.

It was the limited-edition platinum necklace Miles and I had talked about several times. I had mentioned how much I loved it.

It was rare, nearly priceless.

He had promised to buy it for me.

But now…

It seemed I wasn’t the only one he showered with such attention.

In the past, he had taken me to modest little restaurants when he couldn’t afford much.

He’d do whatever it took to make me feel special, asking others to look out for me.

Now that he was successful, the woman receiving this attention got to enjoy private, high-end meals with four-figure price tags.

I tried to tell myself it didn’t matter. She was like a sister to him, right?

Maybe his mom had asked him to take care of her.

When I got into the car, Miles noticed I was staring at my phone and leaned over to look.

He froze for a moment when he saw Ashley’s post.

Noticing my mood, he hesitated for a long time before offering an explanation.

“Gretchen, don’t overthink it. I see Ashley as a close friend, nothing more. My mom’s always reminding me to look out for her.

“As for the necklace, it was meant for you, but she saw it and wouldn’t stop asking for it. There were other people around, and I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I gave it to her.

“I’ll take you out to buy another one, or as many as you like – whatever makes you happy.”

I gave him a faint smile, but I didn’t say a word.