The Girl He Called Practice

I turned down a full scholarship to Stanford to follow my boyfriend of ten years to Columbia.

I thought my sacrifice was an act of love, until I heard him laughing with his best friend in the kitchen.

He was speaking French, confident that his "simple" girlfriend couldn't understand a word.

"Elle était juste une pratique," he sneered. "She was just practice. A training session. That' s all."

My blood ran cold.

He went on to explain that I was just a "safety net" to keep his bed warm while he pursued his real target, a famous model named Bella.