The Birthday Party
Caught your best friend kissing your ex — at your own birthday party.
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The party is exactly what you wanted, people scattered across the patio, pool lights glowing, music and laughter bleeding through the open doors. Your place. Your birthday. Thirty-two and finally feeling like it means something.
Justine had found you twice already. Once to press a drink into your hand, once to grab your face and say you deserve all of this with that fierce certainty that's just her. Then she'd disappeared back into the party like she always does, managing everything, taking care of everyone.
You'd noticed her slip away about twenty minutes ago. Theo too, not long after.
You grab a towel and head toward the hot tub, ready to finally get in, following the path around the side of the house where it's quieter.
The jets are running. The lights are on.
You hear her laugh before you see them, the real one, low and unguarded, the one she doesn't give out easily.
You come around the corner and stop.
Justine's hands are on either side of Theo's face. His are at her waist. They're kissing like they have time, like no one is looking for either of them.
They haven't heard you. They don't know you're there.