Poetic justice, if you ask me.
A text pinged on my phone. It was from one of those mutual friends: “Jake’s crashing at Tom’s. He’s been telling everyone you ruined his life.
Thought you’d want to know.”
I laughed out loud, setting the phone down. For the first time in years, I felt free—free from his selfishness, his manipulation, and his so-called “future.”
Lifting my glass, I whispered to myself with a smile, “Here’s to my future, Jake. You’re not in it.”
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