Mom was right

Avery stood up, her arms already halfway extended in anticipation of a hug. But Tiffany raised a hand, refusing the embrace.

"Hey, we're in public. We can't hug here," Tiffany said.

Avery's smile faltered slightly, her disappointment flickering across her face.

"But girls hug in public all the time," she replied, attempting to conceal her hurt.

"I know I'm not just any girl to you, and I know it isn't going to be a regular hug. Let's save it for when we're alone, okay?" Tiffany suggested, motioning towards the empty seat across from Avery.

With a slightly deflated sigh, Avery settled into the seat opposite Tiffany and watched as Tiffany ordered a drink.

"So, how was your day? How did you spend it?"

Tiffany took a moment to consider before replying, "Oh, I was at home all day. Although, I did visit my mom at the hospital. How about you?"

A wave of sadness enveloped Avery upon hearing Tiffany's response. It was as if her heart had been pierced and shattered into a million fragments. Tiffany was lying.

"Oh, that's nice. My mom wanted me to join them for dinner, and as expected, drama ensued," Avery confessed.

Tiffany's brows furrowed as she inquired, "Really? What happened this time?"

"Honestly, it was about you," Avery hesitantly admitted.

Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. She extended her hands across the table to hold Avery's.

"Is she still pressuring you?"

Avery took a deep breath, her voice tinged with both sadness and frustration.

"Of course. I still have to prove you are a worthy partner."

"But it hasn't even been three months, has it? And what did she do to you?" Tiffany asked.

"She said there's no point in me proving anything because she claims to have proof that you are unworthy."

Tiffany's eyes widened, shocked by the revelation.

"Proof that I am unworthy? What does that mean?"

Avery let out a deep breath, feeling a pang of regret for the way this conversation was unfolding. Confronting Tiffany wasn't something she had envisioned doing.

"Well... she showed me these videos of you and a man having fun, and it made me question 'us'," Avery explained, her voice filled with unease.

"What do you mean by 'having fun'? I don't understand," Tiffany was perplexed by Avery's words.

"I'm sorry, I may have exaggerated. It was actually a series of pictures of you and a man at a hotel. You both seemed happy... holding hands... all smiles..." Avery's sadness was evident in her tone.

"So, you got upset over some old pictures of me with my exes? I can't believe your mom would go through such lengths to dig up my past just to ruin things between us," Tiffany exclaimed, frustration seeping into her tone.

"Not from the past. The dress you're wearing now is the same one from the picture. That means the picture was taken today," Avery's voice trembled as she revealed.

Tiffany's expression faltered, her body sinking back into her seat.

"Oh..." she murmured.

"Wait, you don't actually suspect me, do you?" she exclaimed.

"I just need an explanation, Tiffany. I need to understand why you would lie to me. My heart is heavy and hurt with confusion," Avery responded.

"I can't believe you, Avery. After everything we've been through together, after everything we've done together, after all our precious moments, you are suspecting me?" Tiffany said.

"I'm not raising my voice or shouting. We are both adults and this is something we can talk out. That's why I am asking for an explanation. Or is that too much to ask?" Avery replied calmly.

"If you're asking for an explanation, it means you're doubting me. I can't believe you're really doubting me! Is this for real? What happened to trust?" Tears welled up in Tiffany's eyes.

"Stop it, Tiffs. I should be the one sad here. I should be the one tearing up, not you. I trust you, and that's why I am asking for an explanation like a normal person, instead of jumping into conclusions."

"That means you don't trust me," Tiffany cried.

"Tiffs, stop the emotional blackmail! All I did was ask a simple question!" Avery said firmly.

"Now you're even shouting at me?" Tiffany began crying, and Avery felt embarrassed as they attracted attention.

Just then, Tiffany's phone beeped twice, and she paused her sobbing to check her message. As soon as she saw the message, her whole expression changed.

She stopped crying abruptly, her tears drying up as a sinister grin formed on her lips.

"I slept with a man and so? Our sex has always been as boring as you. I had to fake orgasms like a million times with you because you lack the ability to please me. What's a woman without a man? Only a dick can make me feel like a real woman, not Avery's fingers and tongues.

You have no idea how much I dislike seeing you naked. I hate performing oral sex on you; it repulses me to the point that I feel nauseated afterward.

I hate fingering you, I hate it when you have an orgasm. I hate kissing you.

You aren't even that attractive. Every single aspect of you disappoints me. You disappoint me. Even your body shape irritates me. You should be grateful your mom wants to set you up with a man.

Do yourself a favor and get plastic surgery if you want to keep him. Oh wait... you are broke now and can't afford it. Too bad for you," Tiffany smirked.

Avery was taken aback.

Did she hear Tiffany correctly?

Is this the same Tiffany she made love with yesterday?

No way.

"Tiffany, is everything alright? Is the stress from your family getting to you?" Avery asked, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. It was hard to believe that her Tiffany would speak so harshly.

But Tiffany scoffed.

"Family? What a joke. I meant every word I said. This relationship is a dumpster fire, and I was only using you," she declared, rising from her seat.

"I can't believe you're speaking to me like this," Avery cried.

"You're no better than a toxic piece of garbage. Go get a damn life!" Tiffany spat these words, leaving the coffee shop and leaving behind a stunned Avery...