Valentine’s Eve in His Closet

Chapter 1

1,120 words

I'd been in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend Adrian for five years. Every night, he'd call me to satisfy his needs.

Right before he came, his voice would always go thick and low.

"Harper, I miss you so much it's killing me..."

The day before Valentine's Day, I booked a flight home and hid in his closet to surprise him.

When Adrian walked in, I was about to jump out. Then I watched him carry my best friend Chloe onto the bed.

She straddled him, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, her voice syrupy and sweet.

"Adrian, that idiot Harper still hasn't figured out we've been together for five years. How boring is that?"

"She's begged you to marry her nineteen times. Why don't we give her a surprise at our wedding next week?"

I clutched the engagement ring in my palm. My mind went completely blank.

Adrian's hand slid under her dress, his voice lazy.

"Why the rush? I already sent her to work in Scandinavia. You're still worried?"

Through the wooden slats, their shameless moans echoed in my ears.

I curled up in the closet, my hand pressed over my mouth. My heart was already dead.