Our Three – Person Chat Only Had Two Speakers Chapter 01
There were three of us in the group chat, yet my messages always went unanswered.
At first, I figured everyone was just busy. After all, I’d been dating Ryan for seven years, and Chloe had been
my best friend since we were kids.
That changed today when I sent my usual message.
[How about we take a trip to Tuscany?]
Not a single reply all day.
That evening, Chloe shared a video of a truffle festival in Italy: [Looks amazing!]
Ryan replied instantly, and they were off, racking up over ninety–nine messages.
I chimed in: [So, Tuscany then?]
The chat went dead again.
I scrolled up through our history.
Yesterday, I said [Thinking of quitting, I’m so burned out], no response.
The day before, Chloe posted a selfie [My skin looks
awful, ugh], and Ryan replied in seconds [Nonsense, you’re gorgeous], and they chatted into the night. I threw in [Dinner tomorrow?], and silence again.
The next day, I bumped into them eating at the same restaurant.
Last week, Ryan shared a movie trailer, Chloe said [I’m in], I added [Count me in as well], still nothing.
When I messaged Ryan privately, they’d already seen it.
Turns out, they weren’t too busy to reply. They just didn’t want to.
I didn’t leave the group or write some long dramatic message. I just muted the chat.
On the day I quit, the group finally buzzed.
Ryan: [@Mia My mom’s been pushing us to set a wedding date. Chloe’s asking too, why aren’t you replying?]
Landing in Florence, I sent my last text:
“You two keep chatting. Don’t bother replying.”
“Happy breakup.”
When I muted the group chat, a notification popped up.
Ryan: [Can’t take you to the new place this weekend, something came up.]
I frowned.
[That urgent? I finally got a day off. I have something important to tell you.]
Ryan didn’t reply.
I glanced at the group chat. He was still chatting away with Chloe, just no time for me.
So I stopped chasing and opened my laptop to write my resignation.
I was just tired and wanted a long break.
The next day, I went to the office to finalize my exit. The VP tried hard to keep me but finally approved my departure in two weeks.
I’d planned to mention it in the group, but when I opened my phone,
I saw Chloe’s post.
[He said I was swamped, so he’s whisking me away for a quick getaway.]
Location tagged at the airport, two boarding passes, destination Tuscany.
I zoomed in on the photo.
One name read Chloe, the other clearly said Ryan.
So Ryan’s urgent matter was a private trip with Chloe,
I tagged them both in the group.
[You’re off to Tuscany and didn’t tell me?]
Predictablv. no reply.
I messaged Ryan directly: [Why are you traveling alone with Chloe?]
Still nothing.
It wasn’t until the end of the workday that Ryan finally
tossed me a lazy reply in the group:
[Just landed. It was a last–minute thing. Figured you
were busy with work, so we didn’t invite you.]
Followed by a smirking emoji from Chloe.
When I got home, the landlord was already showing the place to a new tenant.
Seeing me, she greeted me with a smile,
“Mia, congratulations!”
“Heard you’re moving out to live with your fiancé in the new house. That friend of yours I met last time, she looked upset when marriage came up. Was she sad about you moving far away?”
I paused for two seconds, realizing she meant Chloe.
I pressed my lips together, too drained to explain.
“No, I quit my job.”
“They’re busy… the wedding’s off.”