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Patrick and I had been in a relationship for five years. On the day of our fifth anniversary, which coincided with my birthday, he finally consented to travel overseas with me.
But when it was time to leave, he was nowhere to be found. I phoned him, and he explained that his father's chronic condition had worsened, preventing him from joining me. This left me, someone who had never succeeded in any English tests, to travel alone.
Later that day, I noticed a picture shared by his longtime friend Samuel, showing Patrick busy cooking in the kitchen.
[Real love means he'd do anything for me.]
I knew my friends were anticipating my reaction.
I responded directly to the post: [Why don't you two tie the knot?]

My Boyfriend's Kitchen Affair Exposed

Patrick gazed at me with a vacant expression.


Samuel's voice resonated through the phone.


"Patrick, I'm terrified. The house is pitch black. Could you come over and stay with me?"


"Uh, should I ask your parents to visit instead?"


"No, no, Patrick, if my parents come, they'll just criticize me. I don't want them here. Please, come yourself."


Patrick glanced at me, concerned. I knew he was inclined to go. Whenever we were together, she would find ways to intervene, creating excuses.


On one occasion, at 1 AM, Patrick abandoned me on the roadside to collect her. It was about seven or eight kilometers from our residence.


"Every single time, you're so mistrustful and question if there's something improper between Samuel and me. How vulgar-minded you are! Return home alone, I'll go fetch Samuel."


Which instance was it when law enforcement on their rounds spotted me, a young girl, weeping on the street in the late hours and escorted me home?


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