{"id":324,"date":"2024-11-05T09:33:06","date_gmt":"2024-11-05T09:33:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=324"},"modified":"2024-11-05T09:33:08","modified_gmt":"2024-11-05T09:33:08","slug":"i-posted-a-picture-of-my-partner-and-me-on-facebook-for-the-first-time-immediately-got-a-message-you-must-run-from-him-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/324","title":{"rendered":"I Posted a Picture of My Partner and Me on Facebook for the First Time &amp; Immediately Got a Message: \u2018You Must Run from Him. Now\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"<header class='\"entry-header\"'>\n<p class='\"entry-title\"'>Social media has a way of creeping into your life, becoming a part of your relationships, whether you like it or not. It\u2019s harmless for the most part \u2014 cute pictures and updates for friends and family. But sometimes, things take a turn you never see coming.\n\n</p><div class='\"entry-content\"'>\n<div class='\"entry-content\"'>\n<div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Mark and I had been together for almost a year. Honestly, he was the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, caring, and always making me laugh, whether we were out hiking or just watching TV on a lazy Sunday. I felt so lucky to have him in my life. So, I figured it was time to make things official on Facebook.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/Mbwd_i0casxKNkm5ZCFGExRJLL9UIVyquLk4fQ9GW1c\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vNGJlZmVlNjU1MTU0YjIwMThmMWMwYzcwZTQ2MGQ5NzJhOWZmMDNlNzIwNDJlMDg5ZWYyNDUyMjRkNzFjNjM1OS5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/4befee655154b2018f1c0c70e460d972a9ff03e72042e089ef245224d71c6359.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' happy couple on a hike source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>We were on a hiking trail one afternoon when we snapped a picture together. It was cute \u2014 us smiling with the sun shining behind us. \u201cJust me and my favorite person on our latest adventure!\u201d I captioned it, adding a couple of heart emojis. I shared the post, excited to share a bit of our happiness with the world.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Then, ten minutes later, I got a notification that made my stomach drop. It wasn\u2019t a like or a comment. It was a message: \u201cYOU MUST RUN FROM HIM. NOW.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/nbvDmpBOse89_J1hSBfa6xH4WXv1K3jBuFPFROLPpcE\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZjEzZTYxN2QxMzNhMzlhNWQxNjdmYzY3Y2M0NWU3ZDgyZGEwMjg4YmNhNWEzOTZmNGY2NzY1ODNhNjU5MzdmMi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/f13e617d133a39a5d167fc67cc45e7d82da0288bca5a396f4f676583a65937f2.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked woman looking at her phone source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I stared at my phone, my heart pounding. Who would send something like that? I clicked on the profile, hoping for some clue, but there was nothing \u2014 no info, no pictures, just a blank, empty page. The message itself was terrifying enough, but this? It was like a ghost had sent it.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I glanced at Mark, who was busy tossing our backpacks into the car, completely unaware of the storm building inside me. Should I tell him?\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/yFNRoIlB6XDitjWRPvc4TiQEEEneNYw2570G_NQk8WE\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vMzUxNjZiYjc4ZTFlNDRjODA1NDdmZWQ2MjZmNWJjMTA3ODI5YzJmYjI2NDE2NGIzOTA2ZDNiMGQ2ZTk3ZjA0Yi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/35166bb78e1e44c80547fed626f5bc107829c2fb264164b3906d3b0d6e97f04b.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' unknown man talking on the phone source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>My mind raced, but before I could even process what was happening, another message popped up:\u00a0<i class='\"ContentRenderer_italic__eQgX6\"'>\u201cDon\u2019t tell Mark anything. Listen carefully. Smile, don\u2019t be aggressive with him. You don\u2019t know what he\u2019s capable of. You got it?\u201d\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I could feel the blood drain from my face. What was this? Who was sending these messages? And why were they so certain I was in danger?\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/iPqjRNGktuHJTR_CBH11iUcEo2SESq1W9nJMAGiunUY\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vYmM1ODY5MGI5MzBlYmUzNjBhZTc3MjhlNWZkM2ZhODlkZmNiYWU2OTg5NDk5MGUxNjVhNTZiNTJhZjk2NzA1Ni5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/bc58690b930ebe360ae7728e5fd3fa89dfcbae69894990e165a56b52af967056.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' concerned young woman looking at her phone source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I looked over at Mark again. He waved at me with that same easy smile he always had. He didn\u2019t look dangerous. But the messages had a strange kind of urgency, and they scared me enough that I decided to play along, at least for now.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I forced a smile and walked over to him, trying to keep my voice steady. \u201cReady to go?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cEverything okay?\u201d Mark asked, his eyes searching mine.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/IzNIZlo6tfFkYNjIwwMBedGWss5oODbdQNaYO-z92UQ\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZDVlNmFkOTQ3ZWY1OTA5ODQ3ODVkZDhhMDBlZTBmNjkzNDM1NmVlNjRjYzUyNTQzMzBkMzFjZTViNjAxNGFjYi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/d5e6ad947ef590984785dd8a00ee0f6934356ee64cc5254330d31ce5b6014acb.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' concerned man on the couch source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I swallowed the lump in my throat. \u201cYeah, it\u2019s just my mom. I\u2019ll text her later.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>That night, I couldn\u2019t shake the messages. They replayed in my mind over and over, making me question everything. Mark had always been so sweet, so loving. But what if\u2026 what if I didn\u2019t really know him? What if there was something darker beneath the surface?\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/kmOy3KJBCa3KHRzLL0fbyI9iQubXCbDP4XnhzEsgelo\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vODUwY2YwZGY1MGM2NDY4NzZjNWE2MzdkZWM2MjI4YjdhMDcwMGM1YzY0Y2IzYmYxNTVkZTI4NDBkOWY2ZDA3MC5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/850cf0df50c646876c5a637dec6228b7a0700c5c64cb3bf155de2840d9f6d070.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' sleepless woman in her bed source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Over the next few days, things only got worse. I\u2019d catch him staring at me, not saying anything, just watching. It was unsettling. One night, I was reading on the couch, and when I looked up, there he was, his eyes locked on me. When I asked if everything was okay, he shrugged like it was no big deal. But it felt like a big deal.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/MWd-bWWZwMOvCkuYU0qbTih2_DkKs2WCI9jLWHfZhJM\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vNThmODJiMTJkZmY2NWQ3OTM3M2RjMmEyNzZhZjEyNGEyMzcxMDgxZWJlM2E5YmUxYTU3ZGQ0YmE5NWEyMzhjZS5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/58f82b12dff65d79373dc2a276af124a2371081ebe3a9be1a57dd4ba95a238ce.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' young suspicious man source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Then, one morning, my phone buzzed with another message from the same anonymous profile:\u00a0<i class='\"ContentRenderer_italic__eQgX6\"'>\u201cMeet me at Bayou Bakery tomorrow at 2 p.m. I\u2019ll give you the evidence. Don\u2019t tell Mark. Make up an excuse.\u201d\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>My hands were shaking as I read it. Evidence? Of what? What could they possibly have on him? I needed to know. But how could I lie to Mark? What if he was watching me too closely? What if he already suspected something?\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/YkKY4IFtMxo2LnrkX9T4RG8PyhsLcxwK2U832CqCxZM\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZjZjNzRlMTVlZGJmNWFhNWZhZDQyZGQxMDFjNTE1YWUxODczMTljYjRjMWZhNjBlNWM3MGRjZDY2ZmQyMWE3Ny5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/f6c74e15edbf5aa5fad42dd101c515ae187319cb4c1fa60e5c70dcd66fd21a77.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' secret figure writing a message source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cI\u2019m meeting my mom for lunch tomorrow,\u201d I said casually over breakfast, trying not to let my voice tremble.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Mark didn\u2019t look up from his coffee right away. \u201cReally? You didn\u2019t mention it before.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cOh, yeah,\u201d I replied quickly, my heart racing. \u201cShe called last night. Last minute thing.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Mark finally met my eyes, his expression unreadable. \u201cAlright,\u201d he said slowly.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I tried to focus on my coffee, but all I could feel was the weight of his gaze as if he was trying to see straight through me.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/XByGSAQpqSnJgES6j_ni5zFSnw858TXXUA9nyU0LFOs\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZTllNGZkZGY5ZWU4ODg3YjFhNjBmYjY1ZGViZTZkYzMxNjlkYjg5YmQ0MmI4OGI5NTE0ZmNkYzRjOTFhMGRmNi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e9e4fddf9ee8887b1a60fb65debe6dc3169db89bd42b88b9514fcdc4c91a0df6.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' man talking to his girlfriend source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>The next day, I left the house. As I slipped out the door, I could feel Mark\u2019s eyes on me. I tried to act normal, but my stomach was in knots. Every time I looked back at him, there was that same unreadable look on his face. Was he suspicious? Did he know something was wrong?\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I got to Bayou Bakery early. My heart was pounding as I sat at a small table near the window. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries did nothing to calm my nerves. Every time the door opened, I jumped, expecting to see someone mysterious with the answers to all my questions.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/rnZLb9zroj8QPkn17kuWgq7-THtzr5O7MyE0KWm2gw4\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZGQwNzZhMTM4YWQxYTM4MDZmZDY3YmU3OTJmMjAyZGM2OTJmODQ0NmIxZjdmMDAxY2M2ODc4MjkyYzQ0YjkxNi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/dd076a138ad1a3806fd67be792f202dc692f8446b1f7f001cc6878292c44b916.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman sitting in a cafe source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>But ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Nothing.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I stared at my phone, wondering if this had all been some kind of cruel joke. Just as I was about to leave, the door swung open again, and my heart nearly stopped. It was Mark.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cEllie?\u201d His voice was cautious, confused. \u201cWhat are you doing here? I thought you were meeting your mom.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/TeuPVj7oTnSzDH_fmna2K6lUyXyOfs17QDrLZ2YFhsg\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vMTUwMjI1M2FmODA0MzE5NWI2NWQ2ODUzZDA5MjI1NGI1MWQ5NDhmZjgyMGU5NzU5YTZiMTUyNGY1ZjcyZjM5NS5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1502253af8043195b65d6853d092254b51d948ff820e9759a6b1524f5f72f395.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked man in a cafe source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>My throat went dry. \u201cI\u2026 I thought you were at work. What are you doing here?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>He walked over and sat down across from me, his eyes scanning the room. \u201cI got a message. Someone told me to come here. They said I needed to see something about you.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>My head was spinning. \u201cYou got a message? About me?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>He nodded, his face full of uncertainty. \u201cYeah. I didn\u2019t believe it at first, but then you started acting weird. I didn\u2019t know what to think.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/FhkUsrFHYjWURS9-HIWxeGiqgdWDvjqkXUnBdOjhI78\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZGVjM2RiNjM4NGNkOTVmZTM5ZTZkYmFkY2NkODRhODkzZmYyMGEyMDE5NmI2N2Y4NTdiYThlYjRmMGFiZjFlMS5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/dec3db6384cd95fe39e6dbadccd84a893ff20a20196b67f857ba8eb4f0abf1e1.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman talking to her boyfriend in a cafe source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I stared at him, my pulse racing. This whole time, he had been receiving the same kind of messages I had. It didn\u2019t make any sense. Why would someone do this to us?\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Before we could say another word, the door to the bakery opened again. I looked up, and there was Andrew, one of our mutual friends, grinning like a fool. He walked straight over to our table and pulled up a chair like he had been waiting for this moment all along.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/zG6Jvy1Z_GCYieRl-hC2_gqKGpYOFTVgZHayJevPpE8\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vNTI0ZjE3MDhjODI0ZTgzNTgwZGY0ZmFlZGMzYzc2MWVlZGMyYmJjNDkyYjhiNDhmZDNmMzZkNjMxOTg4ZDRiYi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/524f1708c824e83580df4faedc3c761eedc2bbc492b8b48fd3f36d631988d4bb.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' happy redhead man walking into a cafe source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cSurprise!\u201d he said with a smirk.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Mark and I just gaped at him, completely bewildered.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cAndrew, what the hell is going on?\u201d I demanded, my voice shaking with anger.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Andrew leaned back in his chair, his grin widening. \u201cRelax. It was just a prank. Well, more like a test.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>\u201cA test?\u201d Mark\u2019s tone was ice-cold. \u201cYou scared the hell out of us, Andrew. Why would you do something like that?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/qHkhNOZLh-q5qtegTTc7tN7XQuqQ-QEDKBOiEMyLUEc\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vZTMxNTJkNDM4OTNmNWNmMWNkMGVmMTliOTg2YjZhNjI4ODRlM2Q0OTE3ZjIwM2RiMjdiYjU5MTk2ZmEyMjE3MS5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e3152d43893f5cf1cd0ef19b986b6a62884e3d4917f203db27bb59196fa22171.png%5C%22" alt='\"a' shocked man sitting in a cafe source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Andrew shrugged, looking a little less smug now. \u201cI\u2019ve seen too many relationships fall apart because of rumors, lies, and social media drama. I wanted to see if you two really trusted each other.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I felt my blood boil. \u201cYou sent those messages? You made me think Mark was dangerous, and now you\u2019re sitting here like it\u2019s no big deal?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/DSfdtZBp9KBoWLdFFU475Z9qOpNuHUh54I7aMv3gCDY\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vMDUyNzk0YTU2Y2Y5MWFlZTY1NDEzYTNlZDUxOTUwYzJkMGE3MGJiOTU1YThiMzhmYjg0Mzg3YTBlZTdlMTY1NC5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/052794a56cf91aee65413a3ed51950c2d0a70bb955a8b38fb84387a0ee7e1654.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry woman talking to her friend source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Andrew held up his hands. \u201cOkay, okay, maybe I went too far. But seriously, Ellie. Mark. Instead of coming to each other and talking about it, you both followed some anonymous messages. What does that say about your relationship?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div>\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>I glanced at Mark, and he looked just as furious as I felt. But there was something else there too \u2014 an uncomfortable truth. Andrew had a point, even if it was buried under layers of cruelty.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/h_UbtRYRXHVS-d9TEHame9_Wacmv9o5zM_TdkU8rnrY\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vOTdhYTYwYjk3MjAyNzIyOWM3OTljYzI1NGExMDA2MWNlNjgxOTc4N2Y0ZmI4ZGUzNjJlN2I3MTI3OTBiMjY0Zi5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/97aa60b972027229c799cc254a10061ce6819787f4fb8de362e7b712790b264f.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' uncomfortable man source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>The rest of the conversation was tense. Andrew apologized, though it didn\u2019t feel like enough. He explained that he\u2019d been curious to see if we would trust each other when faced with something scary, or if we\u2019d go behind each other\u2019s backs.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>And while we were furious at him for putting us through that, there was a part of me that realized how much the situation had revealed.\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/j0zBliqAi7vzIiCcBckoaMqUTp7umiBuF7gC_5wmyzE\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vOTczN2E2OTEzYTg5NmI0OTU3ZGQxYWM1YTIwNTFjNTZlYWEwOTY0MGU2YmViMjA1ZWY2ZTlkNTIzZDZiMWE1OC5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/9737a6913a896b4957dd1ac5a2051c56eaa09640e6beb205ef6e9d523d6b1a58.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' redhead man sitting in a cafe source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>When Mark and I left the bakery, neither of us said much at first. The shock of the whole thing was still settling in, but the weight of what we\u2019d just experienced wasn\u2019t lost on me.\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Finally, I broke the silence. \u201cDo you think Andrew\u2019s right?\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair. \u201cI hate to admit it, but maybe. I mean, we didn\u2019t talk to each other. We let a few anonymous messages get in our heads.\u201d\n\n</p><div>\n<div class='\"Image_wrapper__1NP9g\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_container__oHMMQ\"'>\n<div class='\"Image_ref__XcBnw\"'><picture><source srcset='\"https:\/\/imgproxy.amomama.com\/W92yLUVZOJ4wM3MC1C1dJC0_8KeEKPOiXJizKeyCQL8\/rs:fill:375:0:1\/g:no\/aHR0cHM6Ly9jZG4uYW1vbWFtYS5jb20vYmIxOGU2Y2ZmYTgzZDNjYWQwNTYyMTlhZGQ4MDA5NjdlOTBhMTcwZTk2NjJkZGI1OGEwMTY1NWQ3MDRhYjJmMS5wbmc_d2lkdGg9MTAyNCZoZWlnaHQ9MTAyNA.jpg' type='\"image\/jpeg\"' sizes='\"(max-width:'></source><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"Image_image__11E9V' image_post-image__qntn0 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/bb18e6cffa83d3cad056219add800967e90a170e9662ddb58a01655d704ab2f1.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' couple talking on the street source: midjourney width='\"1024\"' height='\"1024\"'>\n\n\n\n<div>\n<div class='\"adv\"'>\n\n<div>\n<p class='\"ContentRenderer_paragraph__B2z36\"'>We both knew trust was something that couldn\u2019t be taken for granted. 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