It started off small enough, something that could easily be brushed off, but then it grew. He took her out to lunch more often, they talked all the time. Eventually, it was like he saw Judy more than he saw you.

You were silently burning in jealousy, a dull ache forming in your chest at the thought of him with another woman, much less cheating on you with his coworker.

He knew something was wrong as soon as he opened the door, letting you in his apartment; He could feel the tension thickening in the air.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, like he was treading water.