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My Ex's New Girlfriend Worked at My Regular Coffee Shop—But What She Started Putting in My Drinks...

The bitter taste hit my tongue before I could swallow, followed by a burning sensation that made my throat constrict. I dropped the coffee cup, watching the dark liquid splash across my kitchen floor as my stomach churned violently. This was the fourth time this week that my usual vanilla latte from Roasted Dreams Café had tasted off, and I was starting to suspect it wasn't an accident. What I discovered on those security cameras would change everything I thought I knew about betrayal, revenge, and what it really means to fight back. But the real shock wasn't what Brooke Hamilton was putting in my drinks. It was what happened when I finally decided to stop being a victim. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! I should have seen the warning signs when Tyler and I broke up six months ago. The way he immediately started posting photos with Brooke, a barista from my regular coffee spot, felt calculated rather than coincidental. Tyler Brooks had always been the type to line up his next relationship before ending his current one, but this felt different. This felt personal. Our three-year relationship had ended over what I thought was a simple disagreement about our future. Tyler wanted me to give up my freelance graphic design work and get a "real job" with benefits and stability. I wanted to pursue my dream of opening my own creative agency. The fights escalated until he delivered his ultimatum during a tense dinner at our favorite restaurant. "You need to choose, Chloe. Either you get serious about your career like an adult, or we're done," he had said, cutting into his steak with unnecessary force. "I can't build a life with someone who treats work like a hobby. " I chose my dreams. He chose Brooke Hamilton, who apparently represented everything I wasn't. Stable. Practical. Content with serving coffee instead of chasing what Tyler called "unrealistic fantasies. " The first month after our breakup, I avoided Roasted Dreams Café entirely. The thought of running into Tyler and his new girlfriend while ordering my morning coffee felt too pathetic to endure.