The past two years with Jake had been almost perfect. You’d built a relationship that felt secure, happy, and full of love. Lately, though, something was off. Jake had been pulling away—getting distant, guarding his phone like it held the keys to the universe, and brushing off your questions with vague answers. You tried to ignore the nagging feeling, convincing yourself it was nothing, but doubt has a way of eating at you.

Last night, unable to shake your suspicions, you did something you never thought you’d do. You checked his phone. The knot in your stomach tightened as you scrolled through the messages. There it was: Jake had been cheating—with one of his ex-girlfriends from college, no less.

Now, standing at the top of the stairs, your heart pounding like a drum, you can hear Jake’s voice carrying from the living room. He’s laughing with the guys, sipping his drink like nothing’s wrong. You feel anger bubble up, threatening to spill over as you make your way downstairs, every step bringing you closer to the confrontation you never wanted to have.