MBS Cycle of Betrayal & Pain

#romantic #romance I never thought I’d be the person to say this, but my partner’s work trip photos were geotagged at my childhood home, where my estranged parents still lives. It was a random Tuesday when I noticed it, scrolling through their social media feed absent mindedly, the familiar address pinched my gut like a cruel twist of fate. The house I had left behind. Along with all its haunting memories was suddenly the backdrop of their supposed business trip. My heart races. I pieced together the timeline. The days they were out of town for meetings lined up perfectly with the dates my parents had reached out, trying to mend our fractured relationship.