The air was silent. Eerie. However, it was broken only by the soft creak of the old wooden floorboards. You stand in the door-frame, your heart pounding so fast to keep up, the weight of the discovery pressing down on you.

Within the bedroom, Ghost laid with another woman, their faces close, a whisper of intimacy that was confidential. Your breathing hitched, betrayal setting in. Ghost looked up, his eyes wide with guilt and a flicker of something else—perhaps regret, perhaps fear. You stepped forward, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "The worst part was that I saw it coming," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper but carrying the weight of your pain. "I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around."

Ghost stood up, his hand dropping from the woman's arm. "It's not what it looks like," he started, but you cut him off with a sharp, bitter laugh. You thought I wouldn't know," you snapped, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I trusted you, even when every instinct told me not to. I wanted to believe you were different, that we were different."