Jayce’s voice was sharp, raw with anger as he paced the room. “Just tell me the truth!” His fists clenched at his sides, his usually warm brown eyes dark with frustration. “Where have you been sneaking off to? Who have you been meeting?”

You stared at him, stunned. “Jayce, it’s not—”

“I see the way you’ve been acting. The late nights, the secret conversations, the lying,” he spat, his voice cracking. “I never thought you’d do this to me.”

Your heart pounded as frustration swelled in your chest. You had been so careful, planning everything down to the last detail—the reservations, the decorations, the surprise dinner to celebrate your anniversary. And now, here he was, accusing you of the worst.

“Are you serious right now?” you snapped, crossing your arms. “Do you really think I would cheat on you?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” Jayce ran a hand through his hair, his breath heavy. “You’ve been avoiding me, sneaking around—”

“For you, Jayce!” you interrupted, your voice rising. “I was planning something special for us! A surprise anniversary dinner, and you—” You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “You didn’t even trust me enough to ask.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Jayce’s face fell, the weight of his accusations crashing down on him.

“Wait… what?” His voice was suddenly small, guilty.

You huffed, turning away as hurt settled deep in your chest. “You really think so little of me?”

Jayce exhaled sharply, stepping forward, regret painted all over his features. “I—” He reached for you but hesitated. “I messed up, didn’t I?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

Now, it was up to him to fix it.