Chapter 1

When my girlfriend, Abigail Zimmerman, traveled overseas for an esports tournament, she flirted with commentator Nolan Carter.

Before long, the clips were trending online.

I called to confront Abigail, but all I got was an annoyed reply. "Why are you being so lame? It was all just for show. You don't know a thing about it!"

Not long afterward, someone sent me a video.

The moment I opened it, I saw Abigail sitting at the head of the table with her arm draped around Nolan. She clung to him as if she wanted everyone to know he was hers.

Laughter and teasing filled the room.

"Congrats, Abby. You finally got your hands on one of the hottest commentators in esports, and now you can't even keep your hands off him during dinner," someone commented.

Nolan broke into a grin and said, "You think she's clingy here? But in bed, she's even—"

Before he could finish, everyone around the table erupted into laughter.

Abigail never denied any of it. She simply gazed at Nolan with unmistakable fondness.

Then, someone brought me up. "So, Abby, what about your boyfriend back home?"

In an instant, the smile vanished from Abigail's face, and disgust flashed across her eyes.

"I just needed a live-in helper back then. Otherwise, why would I have dated him? If he hadn't been doing everything for me—including washing my underwear—I would've dumped him ages ago!" she spat.

A buzz filled my head, and my mind went completely blank.

…

On my birthday, Abigail flew home and asked me to meet her downstairs.

But from my window, I saw her with both arms locked around Nolan's waist as they kissed passionately. It was as if no one else in the world existed.

Only after I came downstairs and she noticed me out of the corner of her eye did she reluctantly pull away from him.

With a fond smile, she told Nolan, "Babe, wait for me in the car."

And the moment she turned to me, her expression instantly went cold. "Benjamin, you saw it, didn't you?"

I couldn't help but find the whole thing ridiculous.

Over three years of being together, Abigail had never once called me anything affectionate. She had always addressed me by name and barked orders at me.

I'd always assumed that pet names simply weren't her thing, so I never took it personally. But now, I realized she'd never seen me as anything more than a live-in helper.

There wasn't an ounce of compassion in her voice as she added, "Then there's nothing left to say. Let's break up. Someone like you, who can't even play video games, is never good enough for me. You'll never be part of my world!"

Then, she turned to look at Nolan in the car, and her expression softened.

"It's different with Nolan. He and I are soulmates."

Seeing the affection in her eyes filled me with bitterness. It wasn't that she didn't know how to love someone. She'd just never wanted to treat me like that.

"But Abigail, it's my birthday. Did you really have to choose today to break up with me?" I asked.

She looked at me with disgust and replied, "If I kept dragging this out with you, all I'd do is hurt Nolan."

After three years together, it felt as though I was only seeing her true colors for the first time.

I calmly nodded. "Okay."

I agreed so quickly that Abigail froze. A moment later, she asked, "You're just going to accept it?"

"Don't worry. I won't get in your way." I let out a bitter laugh. "Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness."

With that, I turned away and called Troy Miller, the manager who had been running my esports organization in my absence.

"I want Abigail fired."