The day my boyfriend planned to propose, I found an opened tampon in his jacket pocket.

I asked him whose it was.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and the answer came out before he could think：

“Probably from the last team outing. One of the girls on my project team must've left it in my jacket.”

He scrambled to make several calls to back up his story, men and women both.

Every voice on the other end sang the same tune：

“Hey, Eva Henson! Everyone got so wasted that night. One of the girls borrowed Zane Harding's jacket and must've left it behind. Don't overthink it!”

A sheen of cold sweat gathered at Zane's hairline：

“See? I wasn't lying.”

I stared at his face. I didn't smile.

While we were stopped at a red light, I caught him sneaking a glance at his phone, thumbing a row of likes into his minimized bros' group chat.

「You absolute legends. That was a lifesaver. I owe you all forever!」

The replies piled in：「Boys help boys! Damn, Zane, getting wild in the car like that! King shit!」

「You point, I shoot. Think the fat cow bought it?」

My heart plunged into ice water. What started as a joke turned into something I could never take back.

Because that tampon was mine. The whole thing had been a spur-of-the-moment tease.

——

The car pulled into our garage, but the usual ease I felt coming home was gone.

Zane didn't notice my ashen face. He hummed a tune and headed for the trunk.

I knew what was back there. He'd filled it with Siberian roses, my favorites, along with a haul of designer gifts.

Today was our five-year anniversary. He'd planned the whole proposal down to the last detail.

For months, I'd been dropping hints about wanting to settle down.

Zane was steady, dependable. He wanted to build a life together too, and he'd promised me a surprise with nothing but warmth in his eyes.

I'd guessed he would pick our anniversary. I'd already chosen my outfit and booked the perfect makeup appointment.

But now, staring at the ash-gray face in the rearview mirror, I didn't recognize myself.

All the certainty just drained out of me.

One joke. One tampon. And it had exposed a guilty conscience I never knew existed.

Over eighteen hundred days together, reduced to a punchline.

I watched him fussing with flower boxes and gift bags in the trunk, then picked up the phone he'd left behind.

The passcode was still my birthday. The app lock was still our anniversary.

His message list was practically empty. Apart from Boba Tea Reviewer, the contact he always used to order my drinks, there was nothing.

I tapped into his hidden chats. The group messages had already been swiped away and deleted.

I steadied myself and scrolled through his contacts. Most of the profile pictures and names I recognized.

His coworkers' chat threads were still open, and their last messages were all about helping him plan the proposal.

「Siberian roses? My buddy runs a cold-chain air freight company. Just say the word and I'll have them flown in by tonight!」

「Zane, you need a connect for luxury brand discounts? My girlfriend's got a hookup at one of the big outlet stores. Whatever you want, just name it. Gotta give Eva the perfect surprise!」

「For real though, skip the overtime tomorrow. I'll cover your shift. Don't waste a night like that on work, you know what I'm saying?」

I started to wonder if what I'd seen was just my temper playing tricks on me.

His coworkers shipped us harder than anyone. They'd poured real effort into this proposal……

Would they really cover for him and trash-talk me behind my back?

I put the phone back where it was and blinked against the dryness in my eyes.

I drank the herbal supplement Zane had bought me for my nerves.

I'd been grinding through a company pitch all week, dizzy and ears ringing from the strain, and he'd been looking out for me through every bit of it.

I turned to watch Zane behind the car, rehearsing his proposal speech over and over.

Inside the red velvet box was a diamond ring from Chaumet Paris. He'd saved an entire year's worth of bonuses to buy it.

I sat there wrestling with myself, turning it over and over. Was I reading too much into this?

I'd always been the stubborn type. Two years ago, a misunderstanding nearly tore us apart for good.

Zane had explained everything, swore he'd never give me reason to doubt him again.

Maybe the frantic cover story was just him trying not to ruin today. This day he'd clearly been planning for a while.

I talked myself down, forced a smile, and reached for the car door.

The moment my fingers touched the handle, Zane's phone screen lit up.

A message from some contact saved as Boba Tea Reviewer：

「You're so bad, Zane. This is YOUR fault for insisting we do it in the car last time. We almost got caught! Didn't I tell you to check and make sure you didn't leave any of my stuff behind?」

I stumbled out of the car and looked up into his eyes, still brimming with love and hope.

He lowered himself onto one knee, solemn as a man at an altar：

“Eva, marry me. Let me spend the rest of my life protecting you.”

The scene I'd pictured a thousand times in my dreams was finally right in front of me.

Except now it was tangled up with that filthy, nauseating lie.

I shook my head with a bitter smile：

“Zane, we're done.”

The smile on his face froze solid.

His brows knitted on instinct：

“Eva, that's not funny. I'm serious right now. I'm proposing to you.”

I met his irritated glare head-on. Didn't flinch. Didn't fold：

“And I'm serious about turning you down. The engagement is off.”

Before he could react, I shoved his phone in his face：

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Zane's pupils locked tight the second he read the message.

On the screen, a flood of explicit photos had poured in, the kind that burned just to look at.

“Eva, you've got it wrong……”

He scrambled for an explanation, but hadn't even settled on an excuse yet.

On the other end, the messages started getting deleted one by one.

「Sorry! I sent that to the wrong person!」

Followed by a string of groveling emojis.

Zane's expression shifted like a fish gasping on dry land that just got tossed back in the water：

“See? She sent it to the wrong person. I can't even remember who she is. Probably just some scammer. You can't jump to conclusions like this……”

I let out a breath. I didn't keep arguing, but I didn't take back what I said either.

I couldn't convince myself anymore. Not after how fast he'd crumbled the second I tested him.

And the fact that the messages kept calling him “Zane” by name. All just a coincidence.

Back home, what used to be our warm little apartment felt like walking into a freezer.

Zane trailed behind me like a kid who knew he was in trouble.

He cleaned the apartment in silence, gathered all my dirty laundry, cooked a full dinner with four dishes and a soup.

At the table, he quietly ladled my favorite corn and rib soup into my bowl. I pushed it aside.

The rims of his eyes went red, this man who never let his pride slip：

“You can't accuse me without solid proof. Someone sends a message to the wrong number and suddenly it's all my fault?”

I stared down at my bowl and told him the truth：

“It's not just that. The tampon I asked you about in the car? It was mine.”

Zane's face darkened：“So you were testing me?”

“It was a joke. I hadn't even told you the truth yet and you were already rallying your friends and coworkers to lie for you. Are you going to tell me that's not what happened?”

I couldn't read the look in his eyes, dark and unsteady. He set his chopsticks down, picked them up again, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.

After dinner, for the first time ever, I was the one who cleared the table. He went to bed earlier than he ever had.

We lay side by side, backs turned to each other, saying nothing. Close enough to touch. Miles apart.

Eventually I sank into a heavy sleep. Beside me, the mattress shifted. He got up and left.

Behind him, where he couldn't see, my eyes snapped open.

My phone buzzed nonstop. Earlier that day, I'd slipped into his group chat using a burner account.

Zane had sent a message：

「Bros, what do I do? That whole thing today was Eva testing me. The tampon was hers. She blew up and turned down the proposal.」

The chat exploded：

「Dude, that's cold! One little move and she had all of us fooled. How is she that calculating?」

「What'd she say? Just flipped out and refused the engagement? After everything you've given her for eight years?」

Zane replied, tone dripping with self-pity：

「It was also because of the message Norma Stewart sent……」

A pink My Melody avatar popped up and dropped a tongue-out sticker.

「Sooorry, I was just worried about you! How was I supposed to know your little wifey was watching that closely?」

I tapped into her profile. The suggestive photo on her page matched the one from the "wrong" message perfectly.

It was never sent to the wrong person. Just at the wrong time.

My fingers clenched the phone until my knuckles went white, and pain spread through my chest like a thousand tiny needles.

Zane followed up：

「It's fine. I'm giving her the cold shoulder. She can only keep up the attitude for one night. By morning she'll come crawling back.」

「She's worthless and desperate to get married. She'd hand over everything she owns just to lock me down.」

A bitter laugh escaped me, and my vision blurred.

Eight years ago, we met at a campus job fair. Both of us too broke to scrape together a dollar between us, desperate for any job that would put food on the table.

We were competing for the same position, but when he heard my stomach growl,

he stepped aside and let me have it.

I knew HR had preferred a male candidate, so I bought him a bowl of ramen to make up for it.

Two people eating hot noodles in the early hours of a spring morning. Hearts tend to close the distance on their own.

Later, when he moved up north for a better opportunity, I gave him every penny I'd saved from work.

He stood there holding those few thousand dollars, eyes glistening, and swore he'd build us a future.

A few years passed. He landed a position at a top tech company and climbed the ranks, one promotion after another.

But my father fell seriously ill. By the time he was on his deathbed, Zane hadn't made it in time to say goodbye.

I cried until I couldn't breathe, and told him my father's last wish was for the two of us to stay together.

Wrapped in Zane's arms, I'd cried so hard I could barely open my eyes.

“Zane, I have nothing left. My mom walked out on me when I was a kid, and now my dad's gone too. You can't leave me.”

His broad shoulders held me so tight it hurt, and he kept repeating：

“I won't leave you……I won't.”

All I remembered thinking back then was that I had to fulfill my father's dying wish.

But now Zane's heart had moved on, and those promises were nothing but cheap chains.

Tears dropped one by one onto the screen. I didn't confront him. I just closed the phone in silence.

Zane had guessed wrong. I wasn't desperate to get married anymore. And I didn't need him anymore either.

The next morning, we sat across from each other with nothing to say.

As we headed out, Zane held the umbrella toward me out of habit.

I didn't take it. I grabbed my bag, walked out the door, and behind me his ‘be careful out there’ died somewhere between his throat and his eyes.

Once I was at my desk and had settled in, I went straight to my director and submitted an application for the overseas transfer.

The company had wanted to send me abroad last year for a posting at a branch office in a region that needed my language skills.

My college major was in foreign languages. I'd graduated top of my class.

Back then, I'd turned it down without a second thought so I could take care of Zane.

Now that his heart belonged to someone else, there was no reason to stay for him.

The moment I submitted the application, a message popped up from a mutual friend of ours.