But if he’s already sneaking around while still fucking me like I’m replaceable, then this relationship ended long before today.
I peel myself off the bed, my weak legs feel heavy, but still carry me. Each step toward the bathroom feels like I’m walking into a war zone—and even though I said I was dressed for war, I didn’t think it would come to this.
I push the door open, and the steam rolls over me—soft, thick, curling around me like it knows I need the cover. The moment I walk in, he peaks from behind the curtain with his stupid smile like the world isn’t burning down.
“Took you long enough, get in here,” he says, water glistening on his golden skin like he’s in some cologne ad.
I force a smile back, stepping into the warm water. On the outside, I look like the girlfriend climbing into the shower after getting dicked down. But on the inside, I’m duct-taping cracks of my heart, all while trying not to explode from the shit I just read.
He drags me into his chest, and the only thing screaming in my head is, don’t fucking touch me… not when your hands were on her like I’m not enough.
The water beats down on my shoulders, scaling, trying to melt the truth from my skin. His hand slides down my back—soft, sweet—like his phone didn’t just tell me like Rebecca isn’t already in position, waiting for him the moment he leaves here.
I tilt my head up, letting him kiss me while steam wraps around us, but nothing can blur her name from my mind. The messages flicker behind my eyelids, each one chiseling another crack in my heart.
Wrapping my arms around him, I press my cheek to his chest, listening to the heartbeat I’ve memorized—the sound that used to calm me.
But now it just reminds me that I’m listening to a heart that doesn’t belong to me anymore. A heart that clearly drifted elsewhere, while I was too busy loving him.
My fingers trace his forearm, pretending I’m being affectionate, but all I can think about is how these same arms held her in ways I’ll never know about.
My movements are out of habit, but my mind is spiraling.
Why her?
Why not me?
Why can’t I ever be enough for someone I love?
He kisses the top of my head, whispering, “I missed you.” And for a split second, I almost fall for it.
My chest fires up with everything I want to throw in his face, but deep down, I just want to know why I’m not enough for him. Why he has to chase another girl when I’m right here. Maybe it’ll give me some insight on why I’m not enough for anyone.
The urge to throw a bitch fit and kick him out my house—naked, dripping, humiliated—is damn near impossible to swallow. But somehow, I do.
I choke it down and whisper back, “I missed you too,” letting the water wash away the truth I can’t find the courage to say.
I need to get my head straight before I scorch this entire relationship with one sentence. I need to talk to Arina—she’s the only one who can talk me off the ledge… well,almost.
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Getting dressed, he gathers his things like everything between us is perfectly fine. The normalcy of it almost hits harder than the shit I saw today.
“I gotta head out,” he shrugs. He doesn’t even notice I’m heartbroken. Normally he’ll be dragging me to bed by now, trying to decide what we’re eating before round two.
But not today. Not when he’s gotother plans.
He really must think I’m that naive.
I force control in my voice, mirroring his casual tone. “Yeah… me too. I’ve got some stuff to do.” I watch his movements, each one slicing a little deeper.
The way he avoids specifics tells me everything—he thinks I’m too clueless, or too wrapped up in his dick, to seewhat’s right in front of me. All I can think about is whattheyhave planned tonight that’s worth after barely an hour. Honestly, I’m glad he’s leaving—I need time to decide how to confront him without exploding. After finding out about Rebecca, I don’t know if I would even be able to keep my face straight if he stayed.
I slip my clothes back on, pretending everything’s fine as we walk to the door. Like I didn’t just get proof he’s cheating on me. Letting him walk out feels like ripping my own heart open, but I bite that down too.
Outside, the sun dips low, coating everything in gold—funny how the world looks beautiful when I feel torn apart inside.
Next to his car, we lock eyes, a silent stare I can’t decode. His smile is soft and convincing. The kind of smile that couldalmostmake me believe he still loves me.
