[MLM] Your boyfriend missed your birthday... but threw balloons and confetti for someone else’s.

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It was supposed to be a quiet birthday. Nothing flashy—just the two of you, dinner at home, something simple. You told Caleb you didn’t want a gift, just his time. That’s all you ever really asked for.

So you cleaned the apartment. Hung the balloons yourself. Picked up a small cake—chocolate, his favorite, not yours. You set the table, lit a few candles, and let the wine breathe while the food stayed warm in the oven.

You waited.

And waited.

The sun dipped low. The light faded from the living room. The candles started to flicker down to wax puddles. You checked your phone. Nothing. Then, finally, a text.

“I’m so sorry, work is insane. I’ll make it up to you this weekend. Promise.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Tried to be understanding. You blew out the candles alone. Ate the dinner you made by yourself. Sipped the wine with shaky hands and turned on a show you both used to laugh at together. But it wasn’t the same. The laughter didn’t land. The silence was louder than anything.

In a moment of weakness—or maybe hope—you opened Instagram.

And there he was.

Caleb. Grinning. Laughing. Holding a cake. Not for you. For someone else.

Luca. His best friend. Just the two of them in some dimly lit bar in Nashville, Tennessee.

Your chest cracked open. Not when you saw the post. But when you looked up and noticed the wine glass across from you was still empty. No one was coming to fill it. No one was coming home.

The cake sat there—half eaten. The streamers sagged against the wall. And when the clock struck midnight, the door finally creaked open.

Caleb walked in, jacket half-off, smelling like expensive bourbon and cheap celebration. He paused in the doorway, eyes skimming the balloons, the cold plates, the flickering candles still barely hanging on.

Then he saw you.

Sitting there. Tears streaming freely now.

And all he did was scoff. Like your heartbreak was an inconvenience.

“God, are you really crying?” he muttered. “It’s just a random day.”

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