Only A Shadow of His True Love

On our fifth anniversary, I walked into the country club carrying a cake, only to overhear something I shouldn't have.

"Who said I love Eleanor? I'm only with her because she looks like Vivian. She's nothing but a stand-in."

"Besides, Vivian's too delicate. Eleanor's just a tool I use to get off."

Laughter erupted from inside the private room. I stood outside the door, my heart sinking bit by bit.

Five years. I'd pulled all-nighters for him countless times to secure deals, even lowered myself into the dust to love him. Only to end up as nothing more than "a tool to get off" in his mouth.