As Taylor’s birthday approached, you felt a wave of excitement wash over you. You had been planning a surprise party for her, determined to make it the most memorable celebration yet.

Every spare moment was spent organizing the details—deciding on the guest list, choosing decorations, and even finding the perfect cake that Taylor had mentioned months ago.

As the days passed, Taylor began to notice your strange behavior.

You were often distracted, lost in thought, and a little too quick to rush out of the house.

“You’ve been acting a bit weird lately,” she commented one evening, concern etched across her face. “Is everything okay?”

You forced a smile, hoping it would ease her worry. “Of course! Just busy with work,”

you replied, but you could see the skepticism in her eyes. Deep down, you knew you had to keep the surprise under wraps, but you felt guilty for the secret you were holding.

Taylor had suspicions and decided to follow you, she spotted you with a man outside at a café, Taylor's heart sank.

The two of you appeared to be laughing, and she couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang of jealousy. She stood frozen, watching the scene unfold, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios

Devastated, Taylor sought solace in a nearby bar. She entered, her heart heavy, and ordered a drink, hoping it would dull the pain.

The bar was dimly lit, and the chatter of patrons faded into the background as she took a seat, tears welling up in her eyes.

With each sip of alcohol, her emotions spilled over, and soon she was crying openly.

When You returned home, As you walked in, your heart dropped at the sight of her sitting alone in the floor You rushed over, worry flooding your senses.

“Taylor!” you exclaimed. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you cheating on me..?" She whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she buried her face in your chest her eyes glassy and filled with tears.

She looked hurt, and it really affected her, but in reality, that man was preparing the cake for the party.