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Since some—all of you heard that Liz (wizardliz) got cheated on by her husband/fiancé whilst being four months pregnant.
This man has written a book on how much he loves Liz yet was bold enough to plan a meet with another girl through fake Snapchat account. What I take out of this—it wasn’t a coincidence, it was planned. This guy observed and studied Liz, got her pregnant then cheated on her. It was a trap to satisfy his ego, to prove his “ability” to everyone.
In a recent video, his body language was so off and indirectly screamed “look, the woman you all admire for being assertive, untouchable and having standards, high value just got schooled by me; she was easy to manipulate and I’m winning”
Please, I’m saying this to myself and anyone who read this, listen to your instincts. Instincts over intellect. Instincts over feelings. Just because you can rationalize your emotions it doesn’t mean it’s true. Take care out there.
Im okay with it, quite okay, that he shall move on to other women, as they too shall pass
Only a Dream
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pairing: Fabio Quartararo x Reader
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It started with laughter.
Not his.
Yours.
But it wasn’t with him.
Fabio stood across the street, unable to move. You were sitting at a little café table under the sun, laughing with some guy he didn’t recognize—some faceless man with a perfectly rehearsed smile and a hand resting on top of yours. You didn’t pull away. You leaned into him.
Fabio called out, but no sound came out. The world was in color, but his voice was gone.
His legs felt heavy, glued to the ground as he watched the stranger lean in and kiss you.
And you kissed him back.
Not the kind of kiss you gave Fabio after a long day. Not the kind of kiss full of sleep and morning breath and love anyway. No, this was electric, fiery, full of something forbidden.
He couldn’t breathe.
The scene shifted. Now he was inside your shared apartment—except he wasn’t in it. You were there again, curled on the couch with the stranger, whispering secrets, laughing softly. There was no trace of Fabio in the room. No photos. No shoes at the door. Like he’d never existed.
He tried to scream, to break the glass between dream and reality. Tried to remind you of everything—your whispered promises, the mornings he woke up to you in his hoodie, the way you said his name like it tasted like home.
But you didn’t hear him.
You were in love.
With someone else.
And you looked happy.
“No—please…”
His voice finally came, hoarse, breaking through the haze.
“Please don’t leave me.”
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You didn’t hear him wake up.
But when you stirred in the sheets, you noticed the space beside you was empty—still warm, but fading. The soft hum of early morning was broken only by the occasional creak of the apartment, the soft drip of water somewhere in the bathroom sink.
You sat up, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
“Fabio?” you called out, voice still heavy with dreams.
A quiet shuffle, then his voice came from the corner of the bedroom. “Yeah. I’m here.”
He stood shirtless, arms crossed, his eyes fixated on the floor as if it had betrayed him. His jaw was tight, expression unreadable in the soft golden light spilling through the curtains.
“You okay?” you asked.
A beat passed.
“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”
You tilted your head, noticing the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. Something was wrong—but he was shutting down instead of letting you in.
You reached for him, fingers brushing his wrist. He hesitated but let you pull him back into bed. He wrapped an arm around you, but he didn’t speak. His body was warm beside yours, but something about his presence felt… far away.
You let it go. For now.
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Later that day...
You were texting your sister when you heard a sharp breath from beside you. Fabio was watching, arms folded over his chest like a barricade.
“Who are you texting?” he asked, voice light, but not casual.
You blinked. “Uh… my sister?”
He nodded slowly, like he didn’t believe you. His phone buzzed on the table, and he ignored it. You could see it—something gnawed at him, chewing through his usually soft demeanor.
At the café, the barista smiled at you. A harmless, polite smile.
Fabio’s grip on your waist tightened.
At home, when you laughed at a meme your friend sent you, Fabio stared at your phone like it held a secret he wasn’t allowed to know.
“Okay,” you said eventually, putting your phone down and folding your arms. “What is going on with you today?”
“Nothing,” he replied, too fast.
You sighed. “Fabio.”
He stood, pacing the room like his own thoughts were too loud.
“I had a dream last night,” he finally said. “About you. Cheating on me.”
You froze.
He looked away, ashamed. “I know it’s stupid. But it felt so real. You were with someone else. Laughing with him, kissing him, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to scream but no sound came out.”
“Fabio…”
“I know it wasn’t real, but it felt real. I woke up and my chest was tight and I… I couldn’t look at you the same for a moment. That’s why I’ve been weird. Every little thing today—every guy that looked at you, every message on your phone—my brain kept playing tricks on me.”
You crossed the room, wrapping your arms around him. “Oh, baby. You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t want to seem crazy.”
“You’re not. You’re just human. And in love.”
He looked at you, eyes glassy with vulnerability. “I’m scared of losing you.”
You reached up to cradle his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “You won’t. Not in dreams. Not in real life. I’m yours, Fabio.”
His lips met yours in a slow, aching kiss—like he was memorizing the shape of your love all over again. He exhaled like he hadn’t breathed properly all day.
When you pulled back, you grinned. “Maybe tonight I’ll dream that I cheated on you, just to teach my subconscious a lesson.”
He laughed, really laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Please don’t. I’d rather we dream of something better.”
“Like what?”
“Like… our wedding,” he whispered, almost shy.
Your heart skipped.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Quartararo.”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his voice softer now. “Maybe. But I’d rather dream of forever with you than lose a second to nightmares.”
You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “Then forever it is.”
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I’m hella late to the conversation but how does someone cheat on MEGAN THEE STALLION
me when i remember the boy that cheated on me two years ago
How do you forgive someone who wronged you in the past.
Am I the only one who can't let go?¿?
You never would have hurt me the way you did if you loved me the way you promised you did.