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How could she ever do this to him? It hasn't been even a year since he broke up with her and she's already dating some snobby guy from upstate?
She's too simple and too... you know... too frigid in bed. "He's going to dump her ass and send back to Brooklyn as soon as he realizes that." He told his friends all the time.
Still doesn't understand how she even caught that guy. She's not even pretty enough for someone wealthy to fuck, nothing special. Well, he thinks, he himself definitely could do better. Like get some model with mile long legs and bouncy meaty tits, which Alina not even close to.
She's just skin and bones, well, she is his sticks afterall for a reason. He would never tell anybody, but he kinda maybe misses her. She always took care of the bills, cooked him food and never followed him when he spent nights getting drunk and high in clubs whenever he wanted to. He loves this lifestyle way too much to abandon it for some lame job, which he has to go to now. Paying rent apparently is so exhausting.
He looks around the apartment scattered with his unwashed clothes, smelly socks and empty pizza boxes. Huh, he lives alone, so why is this so messy? It's all her fault, obviously! Remembers how it was always her long black hairs all over everywhere, even in the shower sink, it annoyed him to a point of rage, how he screamed at her for not cleaning better after her.
It gets more ridiculous when he sees the diamond ring on her finger in her Insta story, which he's not stalking from fake account! This thing is too huge, a few rubies scattered around, gold band with intricate ornaments. It's too on the nose, Alina! If you wanted me back, you should've just crawled on your knees to me and beg for forgiveness!
There’s bitter taste of betrayal on his tongue when she just blocks him and makes her account private after the message. How could she! He took her in after the orphanage - that scared scrawny little girl. He even as much as fucked her constantly just to make her feel better about her appearance, let her take care of him, told her his biggest dream of getting a farm in a few years when he’s done partying, always truthfully told her how sickly and tired she looks, how those tiny skirts and tight tank tops aren't for her and how stupid her hobby was - the jewelry that no one would ever buy from her. So how could she? He was such a good boyfriend!
He thinks that what goes around, comes back around and can't wait for her to crawl back to him crying and sobbing, because she realizes how much she loves him, how much she needs him. He's the best she can do!
So he decides to make her jealous, finds some naive empty-brained and bleached-hair girl. She is everything Alina is not - always loud in bed, moaning, screaming, asking for more. He always finishes in mere minutes with her, she is so nice to fuck, he doesn't even need to put any effort, she always jumps his bones. Her body is the perfect embodiment of hourglass, her lips are red from her lipstick, she always dresses prettily for him and loves to go out to clubs with him. He posts so much photos of them together and waits, always waits for a slip of an account that is hers, or at least some frequent fake one, but for some reason, not a month and not even three more after he hasn't noticed anything.
And this girl he fucks suddenly moves in with him. Her clothes are scattered with his own, pizza boxes are nestled with vegan takeout’s now and that bleached hair he finds in his ass cheeks sometimes. He demands her to clean, to cook, but all this useless girl does is smiles and shows him some plastic stick with + written on it.
"Mal'enushka, malysh, I'm pregnant! I can't do any of that, it might hurt the baby." She pouts and cradles her perfectly flat stomach, and he feels his head swirling, sucking him in the hurricane of the dread. "What the fuck!" He wants to yell, but he can't even say a word.
"I think it's might be the time to get that farm of yours you wanted so much, right, malysh?" And for some reason he isn't sure he's ready to abandon his freely life that easily. And where Alina will go crawling back to him if he moves?
It takes all of his will and three more months to go to Alina himself. He knows, she doesn't deserve him, but he'll give her one more chance, just because he's so gracious.
For some reason she isn't at the apartment her distant aunt had left her and they rented out to afford a better one, closer to all the bars he loved going out so much, new tenants don't even know anyone with her name, saying they are living here for the past 9 months already.
He feels like tugging his hair out, teeth clenching. Wherever she might be if not in this shoebox apartment in the worst of Brooklyn outskirts? As if she could afford moving anywhere, her job as a waitress and the second one as a Russian tutor could never let her to get out of this neighborhood.
So where the hell is she? He doesn't know any of her stupid friends to ask, always coming up with excuses to not meet them, all have studied together at college she decided to waste her time on.
What good it did to her, huh? He told her art is boring and could never help them to live his dream life. "There's no time for your pictures and your trash jewelry on the farm, Linka, you should study agriculture! I'm obviously not going to plant those corps!" He told her time and time again, but she'd never listen. And now here he is - all alone, his apartment is a mess, a useless whining girl that cares about her appearance too much, a child on the way and a dream of his getting as far as his bills pile up on the counter, hardly can pay rent when the brainless cow buys more than he ever did in years!
And it's all Alina's fault! How could she have yelled at him that day? So what he threw away that garbage she called jewelry, so what he was drunk again and his friends was yelling as they watched football game on the TV he took a loan for, so what one of his shirts had a red stain from a girl he fucked in the bathroom of a bar he went out to to celebrate this important thing he got himself!
It's not like it was the first time and she known better than to yell at him, his hand on her cheek a load slap, and the audacity of her to cry and slam the door at his face. The next day his apartment was half empty. All the things he got, she took away with her, and she didn't even respond to his countless voice messages and SMS to return them unshattered and countless more of how they are over! Whatever she thought she could get out there without him?
"The rent is up next week, I expect you on your knees with a check in your mouth now!"
"Why didn't you tell me that I was supposed to pay bills?"
"How could you abandon me like that?"
And right now he had no idea what to do, barely listening to the stupid chatter of his girlfriend.
"You know, there's this famous jewelry shop..."
Wants to shut that high pitched noise she makes all the time.
"And the owner is so pretty..."
Wherever Alina might have ran away?
"I wonder who paid for her huge studio in the Upper-East-Side of all areas..."
He wishes for Alina's borsh now, she really knew what she was doing.
"She's Asian or whatever..."
He would like to eat anything warm that isn't pizza or those strange vegan salads his girlfriend can make only.
"Do you think I should make my eyes more narrowed?"
She makes that move to stretch the outer corners of her eyes, just how Alina always got bullied in the orphanage when they were kids.
"Also, sweetie, could you give me new credit card? The other one you gave me last week got declined."
He thinks that guy she was seeing has definitely dumped her already, so why isn't she crawling back to him yet?
"There's this pretty ring I want you to get me for our engagement, look."
She shoves the screen of her new iPhone into his face. And there on the screen that photo of the diamond ring with rubies and golden swirls around. His face pales, it's the exact photo, but...
He scrolls through the whole Insta page: rings, earrings, chokers, bracelets, pendants - all are fucking expensive, a subscriber count - 12 million, a face on every third post - Alina, eyes happy, cheeks fuller, her ring finger is taken by the two - one is a simple golden band and the other one is an uneven surface with clear sparkly diamonds in seven different colors buried within, an ugly thing really.
Comments asking for the exact one and her response:
"It's a one and only ring handmade by my pretty husband who only knows how to run companies. You can watch the making process of his struggles on my TikTok account!"
Watches her TikTok, goes through all the videos and scrolls to the first one dated 3 years ago, a table he still uses, familiar instruments he threw away to put the TV there and 6m views.
" Apparently, she had some shithead boyfriend that never supported her. And actually, these earrings she made in the first video, he threw away! Can you imagine?"
In the comments he reads how many people are asking if she could replicate them, setting their own prices as high as $300 for the pieces of some junky plastic. What the fuck?
She was just lucky! There's nothing interesting in that. She doesn't play video games or does slutty anime cosplays, so how did she get so many views? And why those weirdos support her? Are they blind? He was so right to threw away that junk in the trash. Why is she so popular?