You had a cold bf.

The most he'd do in public is hold your hand. And at home, he'd only ever kiss your cheek. You loved him and didn't want to be ungrateful so you didn't say anything.

It was your anniversary today so you decided to make something special. You baked a cake and his favourite food. It was a little past four when you finished. Your bf wasn't home yet.

'He's probably stuck at work.' You conclude. So you decide to wait. And wait. And wait. Until your eyes start to droop and you fall asleep. It isn't until you hear the door open that you blink your eyes open. Looking at the time, you see it's midnight. You immediately walk up to him to see him looking very tired.

"Hey, how was work?" You ask. He doesn't respond, instead, he walks past you to the kitchen. You follow him. "What's this?" He asks.

"It's our anniversary-" you stop talking when you see red lipstick prints on the collar of his shirt. "I'm going to bed." You whisper with tears st!nging your eyes.