ManyWriters

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

He ended the call abruptly, leaving me devastated. I glanced at the medical report and wept. I was expecting and had planned to surprise him with the news. I even purchased an engagement ring to propose.


Our relationship had spanned many years, so the traditional gender roles for proposing didn't matter. However, due to the emotional turmoil, I miscarried.


Patrick gazed at me. "Vallerie, you've become different. Have your feelings for me changed? I reminded you yesterday that..."


"I apologize, it completely slipped my mind. How about this: I'll go shopping for food now. We'll return home, and I'll prepare a meal for you, alright?"


I had intended to confront him today, but considering it was his birthday, I decided against it.


Patrick's expression softened as he took my hand to depart.


However, upon arriving home, I was enraged to find Samuel there.


"Patrick, happy birthday! I brought your preferred cake."


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