Chapter 4: Betrayal in Black and White

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With a heavy heart, I started reading their chat from the very beginning.

She hadn’t deleted everything.

“Your boyfriend won’t suddenly call you again today, right?”

“No, I told him I’ll be home late.”

“Professor Mehra, I haven’t got my period this month, I’m a bit worried…”

“It’s okay, get a test kit and check. If you really are, I’ll sort it out, we’ll go to a hospital outside the city.”

That’s how she talked about me to her advisor.

“He treats me well, spends on me, but I’m so pretty—it’s only right he worships me.”

“We’ve been together too long, it’s all dull now.”

And that old fox talked about me like I was some fool.

“A clueless kid—what will he give you, besides a boring shaadi and a life of daily chores? Does he know art? Does he know women? Does he know you?”

“You’re my best student. I can’t bear the thought of you cooking and raising babies for some loser, ending up just another housewife.”

“Heh, Professor Mehra, why don’t you divorce that aunty at home? If you dare, I’ll break up with you.”

“Good girl, don’t make a scene. We’re fine as we are.”

After reading all that, I felt numb, like someone had poured ice water straight down my back.

Every line, every word, was a slap on my face.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think my girlfriend of almost five years would lie to me like this.

Then I remembered that Q&A post…

I rubbed my forehead, like Amma does when she’s worried, trying to make sense of it all. My hands started shaking with anger. Damn little angel.

And as I scrolled, each message felt like another slap—how many more secrets were hiding in plain sight?