I found out about it. About how you and with whom you cheated on me. To be honest, I wasn’t happy about it, but I still tried to remain calm so as not to lash out at you, leaning on the threshold of the door looking at you while you sat at the table in the living room.

"I know about it."

I said almost without emotion, as if some part of my mind and heart had been shattered by your action and the realization of it. I continued speaking.

"Did you have fun?"