A man makes a reckless bet, trading away the woman who loves him to a rival football captain. When she transforms into someone he no longer recognizes, he is forced to confront the weight of his betrayal and the love he threw away.
Gonna give it to you when we meet. Baby, you there? Baby, baby, baby. I frowned. This guy, the one who took over from side chat, was really committed. He was actually playing the part, and he was generous as hell. Last he overnighted me a full luxury skincare set, transferred me $500 on Valentine's
and had food delivered within 20 minutes whenever I mentioned food. And he knew my look. So what was he after? I decided to send him a photo from a year ago. I look like this. If you can't handle it, let's break up. I don't want to waste your time. No way he could keep acting after that. he replied instantly baby cute as hell i got annoyed look again seriously i know baby i can
see it i typed again what do you look like i haven't seen your pics he spammed me with pics gym selfies ab shots the works the guy looked like a six foot three inch abercrombie model completely shredded pure college boy energy it was so obviously fake so he was catfishing online baby i wasn't dressed up or anything i just took random pics hope you don't mind i
the sarcasm on my face and typed no baby you look great can't wait for tomorrow also baby i need to tell you something tomorrow i replied okay fine we were meeting tomorrow anyway i wanted to see how he planned to fake his way out of this in person the second the plane landed my phone twice landed yet i'm at arrivals gray hoodie holding flowers hard to menace a few seconds
later he sent a photo no person in the shot just a small bouquet of white daisies and pale pink