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

"About cooking in the kitchen, it's because she mentioned wanting my homemade chicken soup... The day before was because she..."


"The cake looks wonderful and tastes delicious, I appreciate it," I commented.


Patrick was momentarily at a loss for words.


I ignited the candles and made a wish, hoping my upcoming trip would go well.


Patrick interjected, "...Vallerie, are you paying attention to me?"


"I heard you, and it's okay. You two are childhood friends, that's normal. I was immature before, but it won't happen again," I responded. "There's no possibility," Patrick insisted.


A flash of concern crossed Patrick's face.


"Won't you try a slice? This cake is really excellent. Their bakery has improved," I said, cutting him a piece.


"Vallerie, are you... really not upset? Not bothered?"


"Look at you, I said I'm not upset. Everyone has close friends, don't they?" I smiled.


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