Eight Years Wasted, I Dumped Him for Good

The day my boyfriend planned to propose, I found an opened tampon in his jacket pocket.

I asked him whose it was.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and the answer came out before he could think：

“Probably from the last team outing. One of the girls on my project team must've left it in my jacket.”

He scrambled to make several calls to back up his story, men and women both.

Every voice on the other end sang the same tune：

“Hey, Eva Henson! Everyone got so wasted that night. One of the girls borrowed Zane Harding's jacket and must've left it behind. Don't overthink it!”