Oops, I Sent My Lingerie to My Ex

I accidentally sent my Amazon package to my exboyfriend's address. The worst part? It was a set of supersexy lace lingerie.

My ex texted me on Snapchat: [Are you really this wild now?] Mortified, but determined not to look weak, I bit the bullet and replied: [Yeah.

My new boyfriend likes it that way.] He went dead silent.

A long time later, he texted back: [Can you break up with him?] During our two years of dating, heading all the way to wedding planning, I had proposed breaking up with my boyfriend, Zach, a total of eleven times.

In my eyes, they were real breakups. But in Zach's eyes, I was just throwing a tantrum.

And honestly, most of the time, he’d just sweettalk me for two seconds and I’d crawl right back to him. But this time was the eleventh.

And we were already engaged, preparing for our wedding. "Zach, what do you think of this bed for our room?" I showed him a picture on my phone. "Of course, babe.

Whatever you like, just buy it," Zach said without even looking. His eyes were glued to his screen, his thumbs flying across the keyboard, texting someone. Anger flared in my chest.

I snatched his phone. His screen was open to a chat with a girl named Gillian. "Zach, I'm trying to plan our wedding, and you're brushing me off to text another girl?

Do you think this is okay?" "Babe, it's just work. Look at the chat, we aren't saying anything inappropriate." Zach wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "I'm sorry, babe.

My bad. I promise I'll focus on you next time, okay?" It was always like this. The moment I got mad, regardless of whether he was in the wrong, he'd apologize instantly.

But he'd do the exact same thing next time. "'Zach, you're so amazing. Zach, you're the best!

Zach, you're literally my hero!'" I read Gillian's texts aloud and tossed the phone back at him. "This is work?" The texts were technically about work, but I didn't know what Zach thought.

The girl on the other end definitely wanted more than a professional relationship. I'm a woman.

I know exactly when another woman is flirting. "Well, that's just because your future husband really is that amazing." Zach grinned, completely missing why I was upset. "Zach, let's break up." "What?

Again?" Zach looked at me with a mix of exhaustion and fondness. "Babe, we're engaged. We're getting married soon. Can we not do this?

No breaking up today, okay?" "Then we're not getting married. The wedding is off!" I stood up and headed upstairs to pack. "This time, I mean it!" I was resolute.

I threw a few clothes into a duffel bag and drove straight to my best friend's place.

Mia, my best friend, wasn't even surprised. She let me in and went right back to putting on a sheet mask. "Alright, spill.

What did he do this time?" Mia asked, smoothing the mask over her face. I dropped my bag, collapsed onto her couch, and sighed. "I don't think Zach really loves me.

If he did, why can't he just keep his distance from other girls?" Our relationship started in a pretty cliché way.

One day, I was shopping at the mall when a strange guy suddenly threw his arm around my shoulder. I was about to scream for help, but he quickly whispered an explanation.

A girl who had a massive crush on him was stalking him, and he wanted her to think he had a girlfriend so she'd leave him alone. He begged me to play along.

My brain shortcircuited, and for some reason, I agreed. We ended up hanging out and shopping all afternoon. To thank me, Zach asked me out to dinner, then a movie.

Before long, he confessed his feelings. Maybe because he was incredibly handsome, a smooth talker, and knew exactly what girls wanted to hear, I fell for him fast.

It wasn't until much later that I found out he lied that day. No one was stalking him. It was just a pickup line to talk to me. He said it was love at first sight.

He really was good to me, catering to my every whim and surprising me with sweet little gifts. But there was one catch: he was also too nice to other girls.

Rumor had it he had countless exes, and none of them hated him. They all missed him and talked about how great he was. His longest relationship before me was six months.

We had been together for over two years. That was why I thought I was special.

I was the one who tamed him. "Didn't you know this about him from the start?" Mia had heard me complain about this a thousand times.

At first, she was patient, comforting me and telling me to either let it go or find someone better. But now, she knew my pattern. She didn't even want to waste her breath.

I groaned, then sat up straight. "Mia, I'm serious this time. If I take him back, call me a clown." Just then, my phone rang. It was Zach.

I wanted to ignore it, but right before it went to voicemail, I picked up. "What?" I snapped. "Babe, you forgot your favorite plushie. You can't sleep without it, remember?

I brought it over. Come downstairs and grab it, okay?" Zach's voice was soft and soothing, just like every other time we fought. His attitude was perfect.

A second ago, I thought nothing he said could sway me. Now, I desperately wanted to run downstairs. I forced a cold tone. "No need.

I don't even want my boyfriend anymore, why would I want a stuffed toy?" Afraid my legs would betray me, I hung up immediately.

Mia peeled off her mask, massaged the remaining serum into her neck, and gave me a thumbsup. "Nice. You're actually making progress.

I thought you'd be out the door in a heartbeat." "No way," I lied, trying to look tough. "When I say we're done, we're done."

Naturally, I slept terribly. I showed up to work with dark circles under my eyes. The moment my shift ended, I grabbed my purse and bolted.

But right outside the office building, I saw a familiar car and a familiar face. Zach was standing there holding a massive bouquet of red roses.

When he saw me, he walked over. "Babe, I really messed up. Please give me one more chance?" He handed me the roses and pulled a small, elegant jewelry box from his pocket. "Open it.

See if you like it." I couldn't resist. I opened the box. I gasped. Inside was a pair of diamond stud earrings I had admired a few days ago but decided were too expensive.

They were easily over fifteen hundred dollars.

I hadn't expected him to remember, let alone buy them for me. "Let me put them on for you," Zach whispered, gently putting them in my ears.

Then, he looked at me and frowned. "What's wrong?" I touched my ears, worried something was off. Zach sighed. "My girlfriend is just too beautiful.

I'm actually jealous of these earrings for getting to touch your ears.

They must be the luckiest things in the world." I tried so hard to keep a straight face, but a smile slipped through anyway. And just like that, we were back together.

I couldn't help it. He was just too good at this. For the next few days, Zach was highly involved in our wedding prep. A week later, he had to go out of town for a business trip.

As I helped him pack, I gave him my usual warning: "Remember, no talking to other girls unless it's strictly about work.

Got it?" "Got it, babe." I looked back and saw him playing a mobile game. I doubted he was even listening. While Zach was away, I stayed at my mom's place.

Two nights later, it was almost bedtime, and I hadn't received his usual FaceTime call. So, I dialed his number. When the call connected, my words died in my throat.

It wasn't Zach on the screen. It was a woman. My face fell, and my hands started to shake. "Where's Zach?" "Oh, are you looking for Zach? He's in the shower.

You can tell me whatever it is, and I'll pass it along." Her tone was so familiar, so casual, that anyone could tell their relationship wasn't simple. "No need." I hung up, my chest heaving with rage.

I wanted to smash my phone against the wall. It took me a long time to calm down. I didn't sleep. I sat up in bed all night, waiting for Zach to call and explain.

But by the next morning, my phone was dead silent.

I stayed up all night. On my way to work, I came up with a million excuses for him, but none of them made sense.

Finally, right before my shift ended, Zach called. "I'm so sorry, babe. I couldn't call you yesterday. My phone fell in the sink and got water damaged.

I just got it fixed, and you're the first person I'm calling." Zach's voice sounded completely normal, without a hint of guilt. "Oh, really?" I sneered. "Should I give you a medal?" My tone was incredibly hostile, and Zach picked up on it instantly. "What's wrong, babe?

Who upset you?" "Zach, who was the woman in your hotel room last night?" "In my room?" Zach played dumb for a second. "Oh, you mean Sienna? How do you know about her?

The lights in her room broke, and the hotel staff were fixing them, so she just waited in my room for a bit." From what I knew, there were nearly ten people on this business trip, including several women.

Why did she have to wait in his room? Sienna?

He called her so casually. "Zach, what did I tell you before you left?" I felt incredibly exhausted. "Just think about what you did." I hadn't slept, and after a long workday, I didn't even have the energy to scream.

I was afraid I'd have a stroke. Zach kept calling and texting to apologize, saying he wished he could fly back right away.

I knew he probably didn't actually sleep with her, but his inability to say no and his complete lack of boundaries with other women drove me crazy.

Maybe I just needed to train him better. Zach was flying back on Saturday. I asked for his flight details and drove to the airport to pick him up.

Honestly, I also wanted to see who this "Sienna" was. I stood at the arrivals gate, waiting. Soon, I spotted him in the crowd.

Just as I was about to wave, the woman walking next to him grabbed his hand and pressed it against her forehead.

I couldn't hear what she said, but then Zach leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. It looked like he was checking her temperature to see if she had a fever.

If he were doing that to me, it would be sweet. But she was another woman. And Zach had a fiancée.

I froze. My face must have been dark as a thundercloud. But some people are just blind. When Zach saw me, he ran over like nothing had happened.

He reached out to hug me, but I instinctively stepped back. Zach pouted. "Babe, we haven't seen each other in days. Didn't you miss me?" My eyes drifted to the woman behind him.

She threw a smug smirk my way. It was her. The woman from the FaceTime call. Women have a sixth sense for rivals. I could tell she liked Zach.

Did Zach really not notice? "Let's go," I said. I didn't want to make a scene in public. On the drive back, no matter how much Zach tried to joke and sweettalk me, I stayed silent.

Eventually, he lost his patience. "Babe, I was working so hard on this trip. You can't just freeze me out the second I get back.

It's exhausting when you're always mad." "Zach, do you have any idea how exhausting it is for me when you keep making the same mistakes?" He had the nerve to say he was exhausted?

If I weren't driving, I would have kicked him out of the car. "What did I even do?" Zach genuinely seemed clueless. "I didn't do anything wrong.

It was just a work trip!" "Zach, I told you to think about what you did, and you didn't learn a single thing!" I was boiling with anger, but he just let my words blow past him like usual.

I dropped him off at his place, didn't say another word, and drove back to my mom's. My mom knew Zach was returning today.

She was surprised to see me walk in alone. "Zach's not with you?" "He's back," I muttered, sitting on the couch and burying my face in a throw pillow.

I started to seriously question if we were actually meant to be together. Seeing my state, my mom guessed what was going on. "Did you and Zach fight again?" she asked.

I put the pillow down and looked at her. "Mom, if I don't want to marry Zach... if I want to call off the wedding, is that okay?" Our wedding was set for the end of the year, six months away.

To everyone else, our relationship seemed perfect. Everyone thought Zach was deeply in love with me and treated me like a queen.

More importantly, Zach was a notorious player who had finally settled down for me. People kept telling me how lucky I was.

Zach came from a wealthy family; his dad ran a successful business, and his mother was a college professor.

Plus, he was stunningly handsome—the kind of guy who could easily be a Hollywood star. In a way, I really was punching above my weight. I grew up in a singleparent home.

My dad cheated on my mom and divorced her when I was little. I was pretty, but I wasn't some supermodel.

By all accounts, I should have been kissing the ground Zach walked on for wanting to marry me. At first, I also found it hard to believe he liked me.

I hesitated to date him because he was too handsome. Handsome men always attract trouble. And my fears turned out to be completely justified. My mom was silent for a moment.

Then she sat beside me, gently stroking my hair. "Chloe, I will support whatever decision you make. Just make sure you don't regret it." Her words stayed with me for a long time.

I had to admit, I loved Zach. But whether that love was enough to make me overlook his toxic traits was still up in the air. I didn't want to make a rash decision.

I wanted to give him one last chance.

I decided we needed a few days apart to cool down. But Zach refused.

The second he found out I was at my mom's, he bought a bunch of expensive health supplements for her and loaded up on my favorite snacks, bringing bags of stuff to the house after work.

When he arrived, my childhood friend Julian happened to be there. Julian and I grew up together and were practically like siblings.

When Zach walked in, Julian and I were sitting close together on the couch, looking at photos of Julian's new girlfriend.

We were close, but there was absolutely nothing romantic about it. Zach dropped the bags and marched straight over to us. I looked up.

His face was cold, staring at me. "What's wrong?" I asked, confused. He didn't say a word. Instead, he squeezed himself right between Julian and me.

Julian clearly picked up on the tension. He stood up and said, "I should head out. Chloe, I'll bring her over to meet you next time.

You guys will love each other." "Sounds great!" I replied. Once Julian left, Zach finally spoke. "Babe, I came here to apologize.

You can't just hang out with another guy to get back at me. Don't do things just to make me jealous." I had told Zach about Julian before.

I told him they were just friends and that Julian was practically engaged.

If Zach cared even a little, he wouldn't be making this ridiculous scene. "Zach, so you're allowed to flirt with other women, but I can't even sit next to a male friend?

One rule for you, another for me? Why are you such a hypocrite?" "That's completely different!" Zach argued. "Those girls throw themselves at me.

It's not like I'm initiating it." "So you're saying as long as they throw themselves at you, you won't say no?" "Of course that's not what I mean!

Why are you twisting my words and overreacting?" "Overreacting?" I let out a bitter laugh. "Zach, I've thought about it. We really aren't right for each other.

Let's break up." "Break up again? Babe, you can't keep threatening to leave me. What if one day I actually agree?" So that was it.

He thought I was just playing games, testing his limits. He thought if he agreed, I'd be devastated because I couldn't control him anymore.

I grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the front door. "Then please, agree right now. Get out." I pushed him out and slammed the door, ignoring his frantic apologies.

To Zach, every time I said "let's break up," it was just a temper tantrum. He believed that with a little sweettalking, I'd come running back.

And honestly, he wasn't entirely wrong. I couldn't let go of him. Out of all my past boyfriends, I loved him the most. But that night, I received a picture message on my phone.

It was Zach at a nightclub. He was grinding against a scantily clad woman on the dance floor, their lips practically touching.

It was another completely random girl I had never seen before.