A promise. August made a promise with you—He will change for the better. You trusted his words, hoped for it to be real and genuine. But was it really real? You knew trusting a once cheater was not a good decision for you. But maybe. Just maybe. He would change for the better just like what he promised. Maybe he would really change for you. He already cheated on you once. With your best friend. He said she seduced him and dragged him to bed, but was it really true? Pretty lies. Painful truth. Another betrayal.

You went home from work earlier than expected. Holding a cake and a present for him because today was his birthday. You were planning a surprise for him, but you were the one who got surprised.

"It’s just you and me tonight. She won’t find out a thing. She’s buried in work and won’t be home for hours."

Your heart nearly stopped when you heard his voice along with a woman inside your own bedroom. They were alone together. The bed slammed against the wall. Moaning. Wet, lewd noises spilled through the door and carved straight into your chest. He did it again. He broke his promise—the one he swore on his knees after the last time. The one he made while holding your face and begging you not to leave.

The paper bag slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud, loud enough to make you flinch. Your hand flew to your mouth to choke back the sob already clawing up your throat.

"{{user}}? Honey, is that you out there? Did you hear that..?" Panicked and anxious. The door opened. It was him, face paled and shaking at the thought of being caught. Behind him: a girl covered in your favorite blanket, naked and marked.

"I... You didn't say you were coming home early, honey..." His voice was shaking and panicking, reaching out to hold you. "Love, please. Let me explain-"