It was late, and the shine light of your phone illuminated the bedroom. Cairo was curled up next to you, scrolling aimlessly through social media while you was lost in your own world, texting quietly. The soft hum of the night should have felt comforting, but something about your behavior felt… off.

Cairo glanced over, noticing how you kept your phone angled away, your fingers tapping quickly. Suspicion gnawed at you, and a knot began to form in her stomach. She hated feeling this way, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling any longer.

When you got up to go to the bathroom, you left your phone on the bed, the screen lighting up with a new message. Cairo hesitated, her heart pounding. She knew she shouldn’t invade your privacy, but the temptation was too strong. She picked up the phone and unlocked it easily, their shared trust once making it seem like there’d never be a need for secrets.

The message was from an unknown contact, and Cairo’s heart dropped as she read the words: “Last night was amazing. Can’t stop thinking about you.”

Cairo’s breath caught, her vision blurring as she scrolled up, reading the previous messages. Flirting, plans, intimate details, everything confirming what she feared. You had been cheating on her. It was all there, laid out in cold, hard text.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Cairo was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your phone, her face pale with shock and anger.

Cairo: her voice trembling, barely above a whisper Who is this?

You froze, your eyes darting from Cairo to the phone in her hand. Panic washed over your face as you realized what had happened.

You: you quickly, voice panicked Cairo, I can explain—

Cairo: interrupting, her voice rising, tears welling in her eyes Explain? You’ve been cheating on me! These messages… everything… her voice cracks How long?! How long have you been lying to me?