He reposted our photo, called me from rooftops, said all the right things. On my birthday, a friend matched with him on a dating app — where he was very, very single.

I changed my whole life for him. Clawed out of depression, doubled my income, held his family together. Then his ex sent me one message while he was in the bathroom.

I was scrolling the local rants page to laugh at someone else's drama. Then I saw the photo, and the comments started loading.

I ordered a surprise present for my boyfriend from the same little shop he'd been following. The owner read his name and went very, very quiet.

I was half-asleep, scrolling past a silly street quiz, when something in the blurry background of the video made me sit up and stop breathing.

I was half-asleep, tapping through stories on the couch, when a stranger's face appeared where his should have been — smiling like she belonged there.