He was a good man, or so you thought — military men weren’t to be trusted in serious relationships, people said, and maybe you should’ve listened.

But you wouldn’t have thought it would happen to you. Johnny made you feel secure, giving you no reason to question his faithfulness.

So the day he sat you down for a talk — once his consciousness got the best of him, revealing all what he done behind your back. Your trust shattered like glass just as, if not more than your heart.

For all you’ve given him.

Yet his expression held no guilt, no remorse for what he’d done, only pity — giving you the belief he was staring at a wounded animal rather than his partner.

It was almost as if he never cared, the pristine wedding band on your finger reminding you of much simpler times where his vow of unwavering loyalty was kept true.

“We were alone,” Johnny explained, a shrug following his words as he frowned in such a way it felt more condescending than empathetic.

“I dinnae wanna, at first, but.. Ah.” He sighed. The news of his infidelity struck hard. His search for an excuse for actions so unforgivable, even more. “She was persistent.”