My Ex Dumped Me for My Best Friend Because I Was ‘Too Fat’ — on Their Wedding Day , Karma Stepped In

“I have to go,” I told Abby, grabbing my bag.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“No,” I said, and walked out.

“Anything you want to tell me?”

I sat on my couch with that photo open and waited.

When Sayer walked in, he was humming. Tossed his keys in the bowl.

“Hey, babe, you’re home ear—”

“Anything you want to tell me?” I asked.

He froze, saw the iPad, and in that moment, I watched the guilt flicker across his face and… fade.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

He didn’t deny it.

He didn’t panic.

He just sighed.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this,” he said.

Not “I didn’t mean to do this.” Just… like this.

“She’s just more my type.”

Maren stepped out of the hallway behind him.

Bare legs. My oversized sweatshirt. My friend.

“I trusted you,” I said. My voice sounded weirdly calm. “Both of you.”

He shifted, like this was a negotiation.

“She’s just more my type,” he said. “Maren is thin. She’s beautiful. It matters.”

“You didn’t take care of yourself.”

The room buzzed.

He kept going.