Forest Isle
Our department went on a team-building hike.
When it was time to split into groups, I looked at Janet Wiley, the woman I had been secretly dating for two years, sure she would pick me.
Instead, she walked over to Nash Fuller, her childhood friend who had just come back from overseas.
"You're out of shape. Come with me. I'll make sure you don't fall behind."
Nash gave her a crooked grin and rested a hand lightly on her arm.
Our coworkers immediately started giving them a hard time.
"Childhood sweethearts, huh? Ms. Wiley, you're still single, right? You two actually look pretty good together."
Janet didn't move away. She just smiled faintly and said, "Yeah. I'm single."
I went still.
The night before, she was curled up in my arms, promising we would stop hiding our relationship soon. But after the groups were set, she never looked at me again.
I ended up with whoever was left.
Halfway up the trail, I rolled my ankle hard enough that I could barely put weight on it, so I texted her, [Janet, I can't keep going.]
She read the message and left me on read.
Forty minutes later, a photo from the summit popped up in the group chat.
Nash stood close beside Janet with an arm around her shoulders, while she smiled brightly at the camera. The chat immediately filled with messages about how good they looked together.
Someone even tagged me. [Bryce, you fell behind? Don't hold everyone up.]
Another person wrote, [Nash made it to the top and you couldn't?]
Then someone else added, [If you couldn't handle the hike, you shouldn't have come.]
I made my way back down the mountain alone.
By the time I reached the bottom, Janet was calling a ride for Nash. She saw me limping toward them and frowned.
"Didn't I tell you not to message me privately? What if someone from work sees it and gets the wrong idea?"
That was when it finally sank in. Our secret relationship only existed when it was convenient for her.
In that moment, whatever we had between us was over.
Janet no longer had a boyfriend to hide.