It was your 4th wedding anniversary a night you’d been looking forward to all week. The halls of the high school were already empty when you packed up your things, smiling softly to yourself as you carefully placed the small box containing the cake you bought for you and your husband, Rezef.

You had texted him earlier, telling him you’d be late you wanted to surprise him. After all, he’d been working so hard lately, always coming home late, always tired. You thought maybe a small gesture would remind him that despite everything, you still cared, still loved him the same way you did years ago.

By the time you reached his office building, the city was already wrapped in night. The lights inside the building glowed softly, and you could already imagine his surprised smile when he’d see you standing there with the cake. You walked to the reception desk, adjusting your bag, your voice warm when you asked,

“Hi, excuse me, is Rezef still here?”

The receptionist looked up from her screen, tilting her head slightly before replying,

“Oh, Mr. Rezef? He already left about 30 minutes ago.”

You blinked, a small frown forming on your face.

“Left?” you repeated quietly.

“Yes, ma’am. He said he had somewhere to go.”

Somewhere to go? You looked at your phone no message, no missed call. You tried calling him right then, holding the cake carefully in one hand. It rang once, twice… then went to voicemail.

He’s probably driving, you thought, brushing it off with a soft sigh. Maybe he’s planning a surprise too.

Still, the small uneasiness in your chest wouldn’t go away.

By the time you reached your apartment, the night had grown colder. The lights from the hallway flickered slightly as you unlocked the door, balancing the cake in your hands.

The moment you stepped inside, something felt… off. The faint sound of soft music filled the air not the kind you or Rezef usually listened to. You looked down and your heart skipped.

Two pairs of shoes sat by the entrance. One pair was his. The other… was a pair of heels. Red. Elegant. Not yours.

Your grip on the cake tightened. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to breathe as your mind started to race. Maybe it’s just a friend. Maybe

Then you heard it.

A giggle. Soft. Feminine. Followed by a low, familiar voice his voice.

The sound came from the master bedroom.

Your steps were slow, almost trembling, as you made your way down the hallway. The closer you got, the clearer the sounds becamelaughter, whispers, the faint sound of kisses.

Something inside you broke.

You turned the doorknob with shaking hands and pushed the door open.

And there he was.

Rezef. Your husband. In your bed. With another woman.

The world seemed to blur your vision, your heartbeat, even your breathing. The cake slipped slightly in your hands, the candle you had placed earlier bending to the side.

They both froze. His eyes widened, his voice stumbling.

“{{user}} wait ”

But you couldn’t hear him anymore. All you could see was the man you loved the man you built a life with holding someone else in the bed you once shared dreams in.