Mon Alpha Est Tombé Amoureux d’une Autre

Seven years with Jackson, tied, bound, promised. He finds a new toy. Tells me he’ll be faithful. Just wants her to share the same space, the same air. My answer? It’s her or me. He says he’ll send her packing. In a month. But that month, it’s her birthday he celebrates. Her sorrows he comforts. My milestones, my scars, forgotten. I buy a ticket. One seat. For me. When his new toy turns venomous, when he finally sees the poison, it’s too late. He chases me across oceans. But I’m already gone.