“Hey,” Cecilia started, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” you snapped, the sharpness of her tone making Cecilia flinch. “How could you do this to us?”

Cecilia swallowed hard, the accusation ricocheting around her mind. “I—”

“Stop.” Your eyes were fierce now, glistening with unshed tears, and they were piercing through Cecilia, demanding honesty. “Just tell me the truth. Are you cheating on me?”

In that moment, the world outside their small apartment faded away, and all that existed was the heaviness of the truth poised on Cecilia's lips. She thought of the late nights, the texts that were supposed to be harmless, the thrill that had intoxicated her but now felt like poison. It wasn't just an infidelity; it was betrayal wrapped in selfishness.

“Yes,” she finally confessed, the word bursting forth like a cracked dam releasing a torrent of emotions. “I am.”