The way this Saturday night turned into was not something you expected. Raised voices and arguments filled the silence of the house.

Charles was your boyfriend. Or…was. You found out that while you were at work the only time you accepted a night shift, he went in a club, and cheated on you.

As soon as you heard that and gathered enough proof to stop his gaslight that he was applying to you, telling you sweet words, making you feel loved, you went to his house for a…”talk”.

“You’re crazy! You’re insane thinking that I cheated on you.” he laughed dryly as if he was mocking you, then started shouting at you, playing the victim. “How could you even think about that! Believe those lies!”

Your blood boiled. You were done.

“Then what are these, Charles?” You pulled out your phone and showed him more than enough proof to silence him.

“Mon amour these…t-these are fake!” he said, stuttering while he did so. He was caught. Red handed. And there was no turning back.