Taylor Swift was curled up on the couch next to Travis Kelce, half watching a documentary about the NFL while Travis provided enthusiastic commentary. It was one of those perfect lazy Sunday afternoons. These are the moments Taylor cherished most. The quiet, ordinary ones that nobody photographed or turned in headlines.

 When her phone buzzed on the coffee table, both of them glanced at it automatically. Taylor reached for it, expecting her mom or a publicist. Instead, the name on the screen made her blood run cold. Joe Alwen Taylor froze, staring at the phone like it might explode. Travis noticed immediately. You okay? Who is it? It’s Taylor’s voice came out strangled. It’s Joe.

 Travis sat up straighter, his jaw tightening. Your ex Joe. Yeah. Taylor stared at the phone as it continued to ring. We haven’t spoken in 5 years. Why would he be calling me now? Are you going to answer it? Travis asked. His voice carefully neutral. Taylor’s finger hovered over the screen. Every instinct told her to let it go to voicemail, but curiosity made her swipe to answer. Hello.

 Her voice was shaky. Taylor. Joe’s British accent was exactly as she remembered. I know this is unexpected. I’m sorry to call out of the blue. It’s been 5 years, Joe. Taylor said, aware of Travis listening to every word. What do you want? I need to talk to you about Travis. something you need to know before you make any permanent decisions with him. Taylor felt her stomach drop.

What are you talking about? Not over the phone? Joe said quickly. Can we meet tomorrow? I’m in New York. The fact that he’d been keeping tabs on her movements made Taylor’s skin crawl. Joe, if you have something to say, just say it. Taylor, please. It’s about Travis’s past. Something he did that he hasn’t told you about.

 Travis Mal, what’s going on? Taylor covered the phone. He says he knows something about you from your past. Travis’s face went pale. What? I don’t even know him. I don’t know. Taylor whispered back, then returned to the phone. Joe, Travis is sitting right here. If you have something to say about him, say it now or don’t say it at all.

There was a long pause. All right. I met someone who used to work in NFL PR. She told me about a situation in 2019, an incident that Travis’s team buried, something involving another woman. Taylor felt like the room was spinning. What incident? What woman? That’s what I need to explain in person. Joe said, “Look, I still care about you.

 And if someone was going to marry you without telling you the whole truth, wouldn’t you want to know if Travis had something in his past he needed to tell me? He would have told me,” Taylor said. But even as she said it, she heard the doubt creeping into her voice. “Would he?” Joe asked quietly.

 “Do you really think everyone tells you the whole truth?” Taylor’s hand was shaking. “I have to go. Meet me tomorrow, Joe pressed. 2 p.m. at that coffee shop in Soho. If I’m wrong, you never have to speak to me again. Taylor ended the call without answering. What did he say? Travis asked immediately. He said someone told him about an incident in 2019.

 Something involving another woman. Something your team buried. The silence felt endless. When Taylor looked at Travis, she saw confusion mixed with rising panic. 2019. Travis said, “Taylor, I don’t know what he’s talking about. I dated people, but there was nothing scandalous. Nothing my team had to bury. I swear.

 Then how would Joe know? Why would he make this up? Maybe because he wants you back. Maybe because he can’t handle seeing you with someone else. Joe isn’t like that, Taylor said automatically, then stopped. Or at least I didn’t think he was. You didn’t think he’d call you out of nowhere 5 years after your breakup either, Travis pointed out.

 Taylor, listen to me. I have never lied to you about my past. Yes, I’ve dated other people. Yes, I made mistakes, but there was no scandal in 2019 that my team had to cover up. I don’t know what Joe thinks he knows, but it’s not true. Taylor wanted to believe him. She did believe him, but a small voice in the back of her head whispered.

 “What if you’re wrong? What if Joe is telling the truth?” “I need to meet him,” Taylor said quietly. “I need to hear what he has to say.” Travis looked like she’d slapped him. You’re serious? If he’s lying, then I’ll know he’s lying and it’ll be over. But if there’s even a chance he’s telling the truth, “There isn’t,” Travis interrupted, his voice harder now.

 “Taylor, he’s manipulating you. Can’t you see that?” Then prove it, Taylor shot back. “Come with me tomorrow. We’ll meet him together, and you can tell into his face that he’s lying.” Travis stood up, pacing a room. This is insane. We’re talking about meeting your ex-boyfriend because he called you with some vague accusation about something that allegedly happened 5 years ago based on information from some unnamed source.

 Do you hear how crazy this sounds? Yes, Taylor admitted. But Travis, my entire life is crazy. I’ve been lied to, manipulated, and betrayed by people I thought I could trust. I’ve had relationships destroyed by secrets and halftruths, and I swore to myself that I would never ignore red flags again just because I wanted to believe the best in someone.

 So, I’m a red flag now. Travis’s voice was quiet, hurt. No, but Joe calling me about you is a red flag, and I need to understand why. They stood there looking at each other. The comfortable afternoon shattered, replaced by a tension that felt like a physical weight in the room. “Fine,” Travis said. “Finally, we’ll meet him tomorrow together.

 And when he can’t produce any actual evidence of this alleged incident, maybe you’ll realize he’s full of shit.” That night, Taylor barely slept. She kept replaying the phone call, trying to read between the lines of what Joe had said. Travis slept in the guest room, which somehow felt worse than fighting.

 The distance between them was a tangible thing, and Taylor hated it. The next afternoon, Taylor and Travis walked into the Soho coffee shop together. Joe was already there, sitting at a corner table with a coffee in front of him. He looked the same, a little older maybe, but still the same person Taylor had spent years of her life with.

 When Joe saw Travis with her, his expression flickered with something that might have been disappointment or might have been calculation. Taylor,” he said, standing. “I’m glad you came, though I was hoping we could talk alone. Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of Travis,” Taylor said firmly, sliding into a chair.

 Travis sat next to her, his body language protective. Joe sat back down, studying them both. “All right, but this isn’t going to be comfortable. Get on with it,” Travis said flatly. “Hey, I want to hear from you right now. If someone from your past suddenly appeared with allegations about your current partner, what would you do? Would you investigate or would you trust your partner completely? Drop a comment below because this conversation is about to get intense.

 Joe pulled out his phone and placed it on the table. In March of 2019, Travis, you were in Las Vegas for a charity event. There was an afterparty at a hotel. A woman named Sarah Mitchell claimed you assaulted her that night. Travis’s face went white. What? That’s not That never happened. She went to the police, Joe continued. Filed a report.

But it never went anywhere because your team’s lawyers made it go away. They paid her off, made her sign an NDA. The whole thing was buried before it could become news. Taylor felt sick. She looked at Travis, searching his face for any sign of guilt, of recognition, of anything that would tell her this was true.

 I’ve never heard of anyone named Sarah Mitchell, Travis said, his voice shaking with anger, or fear, or both. I’ve never assaulted anyone and I sure as hell wasn’t paid off any woman in Vegas in 2019. Then explain this, Joe said, swiping his phone and turning it around. Taylor leaned forward to look. It was a screenshot of what looked like a police report.

 Sarah Mitchell’s name was at the top. The date March 23rd, 2019, and Travis’s name listed as the accused party. That’s fake, Travis said immediately. I don’t know where you got that, but it’s fake. Taylor, you have to believe me. This never happened. The woman I spoke to was very credible, Joe said calmly.

 She worked in NFL PR for years. She remembered this case specifically because it was handled so quickly and quietly. Big money was involved. The kind of money that makes problems disappear. Taylor’s mind was racing. If this really happened, why would you be the one telling me? Why not this woman, this PR person? Why not someone official? because no one official is going to tell you.

 Joe said that’s the whole point of NDAs and payoffs. But I thought you deserve to know what kind of man you’re planning a future with. Travis stood up abruptly. I’ve heard enough. Taylor, this is  Complete He’s making this up or someone is lying to him, but none of it is true. I have never assaulted anyone in my life.

 Sit down, Travis. Joe said getting defensive isn’t helping your case. I don’t have a case because nothing happened. Travis’s voice was rising, drawing looks from other customers. You know what I think? I think you’re lying. I think you’re making this whole thing up because you can’t handle that Taylor moved on without you.

 Why would I risk my reputation by lying about something this serious? Joe asked. I don’t know. Why would you call Taylor out of nowhere after 5 years of silence? Travis shot back. Taylor held up her hand. Both of you stopped. She turned to Joe. You said someone told you about this. Who? What’s her name? Where does she work now? Joe hesitated for just a fraction of a second, but Taylor caught it.

 She asked to remain anonymous. She’s still in the industry and doesn’t want retaliation. How convenient, Travis muttered. Let me see that police report again, Taylor said. Joe handed her his phone. Taylor studied the image carefully. Something about it fell off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. The formatting looked right, but the text seemed too clean, too perfect.

 Can I take a picture of this? Taylor asked. I’d rather you didn’t, Joe said quickly. This is sensitive information. You showed it to me, Taylor pointed out. Why can’t I keep a copy? Because I’m trusting you with it, Joe said. But I don’t trust it not to end up leaked to the press if it’s on your phone. That was when Taylor knew the slight hesitation, the refusal to let her keep a copy, the mysterious anonymous source who couldn’t be verified. Joe was lying.

Or at least the story he was telling wasn’t the whole truth. You’re lying, she said quietly. Joe’s expression flickered. Excuse me. You’re lying or you’re being lied to. But either way, this isn’t real. Taylor stood up. I don’t know why you’re doing this, Joe. I don’t know if you actually believe this story or if you made it up yourself, but I’m done here. Taylor, wait.

 Joe reached for her arm, but Travis stepped between them. Don’t touch her, Travis said, his voice low and dangerous. I’m trying to protect her, Joe insisted. From you? For making a mistake she’ll regret. No, Taylor said firmly. You’re trying to manipulate me and it’s not going to work. Travis and I are leaving. She walked out of the coffee shop with Travis right behind her.

 They didn’t speak until they were in the car, doors closed away from Joe and prying eyes. Thank you, Travis said quietly. For believing me. I believe you, Taylor said. But Travis, we need to verify this. We need to make absolutely sure there’s nothing to this story. How do we do that? We call your lawyer. We call your publicist.

 We get every piece of documentation from March 2019. Hotel records, event schedules, everything. And we prove that Joe’s story is impossible. That’s exactly what they did. By the end of the day, Travis’s team had pulled together a comprehensive timeline of his whereabouts in March 2019. He had been in Vegas for a charity event. That part was true.

 But the date Joe had mentioned, March 23rd. Travis had been in Cleveland at his brother’s birthday party. There were dozens of photos, social media posts, and witnesses to prove it. There was no police report. There was no Sarah Mitchell who’d filed charges. There was no payout, no NDA, no scandal. Joe had lied.

 Or someone had lied to Joe and he’d chosen to believe it without verification. Either way, the effect was the same. An attempt to sabotage Taylor’s relationship by planting doubt and fear. The next day, Taylor called Joe. He answered on the first ring. Taylor, I’m so glad you you lied, she interrupted. Or you were lied to. Either way, Travis wasn’t in Vegas on March 23rd, 2019.

 He was in Cleveland at his brother’s birthday party. There are hundreds of photos and dozens of witnesses. There is no police report, no Sarah Mitchell, no nothing. Silence on the other end of the line. So, either you made this whole thing up, Taylor continued, or someone fed you a story and you believed it without bothering to verify it.

 Either way, you called me with malicious intent. You try to destroy my relationship with lies. I thought Joe started. You thought wrong. And Joe, don’t ever contact me again. We’re done permanently. She ended the call and blocked his number. That evening, Taylor and Travis had dinner at Donna Kelsey’s house.

 She’d insisted they come over, sensing from Travis’s voice that something had happened. Jason and Kylie were there, too, and Travis recounted the entire story. Joe’s call, the meeting, the fake police report, everything. That son of a Jason said when Travis finished. Who does something like that? Someone who can’t let go, Donna said quietly, looking at Taylor with sympathy.

 Honey, I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m sorry. I doubted you, Taylor said to Travis, tears in her eyes. Even for a second. You didn’t know? Travis said, taking her hand. And I don’t blame you for being careful with your history, with everything you’ve been through. You had every right to check. But I should have trusted my gut.

 Taylor said, “I know you. I know your character. I should have known immediately that Joe was lying.” “You didn’t know.” Kylie pointed out. “That’s why you walked out. You saw through him.” After I let him plant doubt, Taylor said after I made Travis feel like I didn’t believe him. Hey. Travis turned to face her fully. Listen to me. You handled this exactly right.

You listened. You investigated. You verified. That’s not doubt. That’s being smart. And I love that you’re smart. I love that you don’t just blindly trust people, even people you love. But I should trust you, Taylor insisted. You do trust me, Travis said firmly. Trusting someone doesn’t mean never questioning anything.

 It means working through the questions together, which is exactly what we did. Donna raised her glass. To trust and to liars who get what’s coming to them when the truth comes out. They all drank to that. Later that night, as they were getting ready for bed, Taylor said, “Travis?” Yeah. Why do you think he did it? Really? Was it really just about wanting me back, Travis was quiet for a moment, considering? Maybe.

 Or maybe it was about pride. Or maybe he’s just someone who can’t stand seeing someone else have what he lost. I don’t know, Tay. And honestly, I don’t care. What matters is that he didn’t win. We didn’t let him come between us. No. Taylor agreed, climbing into bed next to him. We didn’t. Can I ask you something? Travis said after a moment. Anything.

 When Joe first told you about this alleged incident, what was your first instinct? Before you started analyzing it, before you started planning how to verify it, what did your gut tell you? Taylor thought about it that he was wrong that you wouldn’t do something like that. But then I second guessed myself because I’ve been wrong about people before.

Everyone’s been wrong about people before. Travis said, “That’s not a character flaw. That’s being human. But Tay, I need you to know something. I will never be the kind of person who makes you doubt yourself for trusting me. If you trust me and I let you down, that’s on me, not on you for trusting, not on your judgment.

 On me, Taylor felt tears sting her eyes. How did I get so lucky to find you? I ask myself that question every day, Travis said, pulling her close. About you, I mean, not about me. I’m obviously a catch. Taylor laughed despite herself, swatting his chest. You’re ridiculous. Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous,” he said, kissing her forehead.

 Two weeks later, Taylor got a message from a number she didn’t recognize. It was brief. This is Sarah Mitchell. I heard someone’s been using my name in connection with Travis Kelce. I’ve never met Travis Kelce. I’ve never filed any police report about him. I don’t know why someone would use my name, but I wanted you to know I had nothing to do with it.

 Taylor showed the message to Travis. So, Joe completely made it up. There’s a real Sarah Mitchell somewhere, but she’s never even met you. Should we do anything about this? Travis asked legally? I mean, Taylor thought about it. No, it’s over. Joe is out of my life for good. Taking legal action would just drag it out, keep us connected to him.

 I’d rather just move forward. You’re sure. I’m sure, Taylor said. Besides, Karma has a funny way of working itself out. And she was right. 3 months later, Joe’s new album came out. The reviews were lukewarm, the sales disappointing. Meanwhile, Taylor and Travis got engaged. And the announcement broke the internet in the best possible way.

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