My Ex Pretended To Have Amnesia To Trick Me Into Getting Back Together
We broke up a year ago.
Out of the blue, my ex–boyfriend, Jack Hart, decided to come back from the dead and text me.
“Do you remember that lipstick you used to wear when we were together? What was the shade? I’m trying to buy one for my crush.”
I paused for two seconds, then replied.
“Oh, I forgot. You should ask one of your basketball teammates, he’s the one who bought it for me.”
My phone stayed quiet for about two seconds before it started buzzing non–stop.
“WTF!”
“Who? Which teammate?”
“Who the hell is it?!”
“Answer me, I’m begging you.”
I sent him a smirking emoji.
“None of your business.”
Friday night.
I was happily slurping down my favorite mac & cheese when Jack decided to pop back into my life.
Seeing the text light up my phone, I nearly did a 360–degree jump off the couch.
Not because I missed him, but because there’s a certain satisfaction in knowing I won.
When we broke up, I went all out–deleted and blocked Jack from everywhere. Complete breakup protocol.
But I left his number untouched, waiting to see who would break first.
He did.
I immediately took a screenshot and called up my bestie, Sarah Grim: “Guess who just texted me? Jack!”
She gasped, “No way! What does he want?”
“Obviously, he’s realized how good he had it with me and is probably crying his eyes out right now.”
I opened his message, ready to read some heartfelt apology or something, and hit him with a quick TD (which stands for “Too Dumb,” just my go–to response for these situations).
But when I saw the content, the smile froze on my face.
“Do you remember that lipstick you used to wear? What shade was it? I want to buy it for my crush.”
Wow. Not only did he move on, but he’s chasing some new girl already.
Guess the joke’s on me.
Jack, always the smooth–talker.
10:23 AM
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I took two seconds and shot back: “Oh, forgot. Why don’t you ask one of your basketball teammates? He bought it for me.”
Then I shut off my phone.
When I came back from washing dishes, I saw 99+ notifications.
“?”
“Anna, you better explain yourself!”
“WTF!!”
“Which teammate?!”
“Who the hell is it? You better tell me!”
“Where are you?!”
“Answer me, I’m begging you.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t see this.”
“So, you’re not going to tell me,
huh?”
Jack’s messages were flying in like they were free.
I had no choice but to hit him with my ultimate move.
I sent him a cheeky little emoji of a yellow bean sticking its tongue out, captioned: “None of your business.
The messages stopped for a moment.
Then-
“Anna Carter!”
“You wait. I’m coming to your house right now.”
Uh–oh. Someone’s pissed.
