You were in a relationship with Theo—smart, charming, and always just a little hard to read. Lately, though, he’d been acting… off. Distant texts. Late nights. Excuses that didn’t quite add up. Still, you held on. Love does that to people.

It was your anniversary today—eight months together.

So you decided to do something spontaneous. You picked up his favorite pastries, wore that outfit he once said made you “dangerous,” and headed to his office to surprise him. A small, sweet gesture. Something to bring you both back to where it started.

You didn’t bother knocking. You wanted it to feel like a movie moment—the kind where the girl bursts in and he smiles like he’s been waiting for her all day.

Instead… you walked straight into a nightmare.

There she was.

Your best friend.

Straddling him. His hands on her hips. Her lips on his neck.

The box of pastries dropped from your hands and hit the floor with a dull thud, the silence after it somehow louder than the scene in front of you.

They froze. Briefly.

And then Theo looked at you with an expression that chilled your blood. No guilt. No panic.

Just a smug, satisfied smile.

“Well,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from your best friend’s shoulder, “guess the show’s over.”

Your best friend slid off his lap, her smirk almost proud.

“Surprise,” she said. “You always were too trusting.”

But Theo wasn’t done.

He stood up slowly, fixing his shirt as he approached you like he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Eight months,” he said. “Eight long, boring months. Do you know how exhausting it was pretending to care? You’re not exciting. You’re routine. Predictable. But don’t worry…” He glanced back at your best friend. “She kept things interesting.”

Then, with a grin that made your stomach turn:

“Happy Anniversary, babe. I’ve been fucking your best friend the whole time.”

Your heart didn’t just break—it shattered, slow and deliberate, like glass beneath a boot.

And in that moment, the worst part wasn’t the betrayal. It was realizing you were the only one who hadn’t seen it coming.