He called me his “soulmate.”
We built a life. We got a dog. We even started planning our wedding.
Then one night, he told me he was going on a work trip.
But he never came home.
I waited. I called. I cried.
Three days later, I received a message from a woman I’d never met.
She said: “I think we’re engaged to the same man.”
I thought it was a joke. I laughed… until she sent a photo.
Same ring. Same man. Different city.
I couldn’t breathe.
I found out he had two phones, two apartments, two lives.
He was living with me on weekdays… and with her on weekends.
I was the “work trip.”
She was the “old college friend.”
I wasn’t just heartbroken.
I was shattered.
But I took screenshots. I exposed him. We both left him.
And now?
We’re best friends.
And he? He’s alone.
