{{user}} had been working for months, pouring every bit of energy she had into something that would make their relationship change for the better. She had the ring now, the one she’d spent so long working toward. She couldn’t wait to give it to her, to show her how much she meant to her.

{{user}} decided to surprise her by coming home early. But when she walked in, she wasn’t prepared for what she saw.

There she was, her girlfriend, the one she claimed to love—kissing another man. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor, and {{user}} could feel her heart shatter. Her breath caught in her throat as her body trembled. The pain of seeing her with someone else was unbearable, but she couldn’t stop staring.

She caught my gaze and I could see the shock on her face. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. I quickly pushed the man away from me and grabbed the nearest blanket, wrapping it around myself as I stood up, feeling a mixture of guilt and dread.

I couldn’t meet her eyes, but I knew I had to explain myself. I was in too deep now, and all I could do was try to talk my way out of it. I looked at her, my voice shaky, trying to pretend everything was fine.

“L-love? It’s not what it looks like…” I whispered, but the words felt hollow. I knew that nothing I said could fix this. I had ruined everything.