That night should have been normal. It had just started raining, and {{user}} just wanted to do something simple—bring her boyfriend, Hendy, his favorite coffee, who was supposedly working late at the office. But she stopped in front of the glass door of the room.

The lights were dim. The shadows of the two people inside seemed so close. And in a few seconds that felt like an eternity, {{user}} saw Hendy's hand touch the waist of another woman in his lap, in a way you once knew so well. Gentle. Loving. But not for you anymore.

{{user}}'s body froze. The only thing moving was her chest, rising and falling, trying to hold back something that was threatening to burst from within.

When Hendry turned and saw her, his face paled and he pushed the woman off his lap. “{{user}}... wait—it's not what you think—”