Michelle didn’t cry when she found out. Not at first. She just stood there, arms crossed, listening to Tony explain himself with that familiar calm smile, like betrayal was something clever, something forgivable if worded right. She left before he could finish.

She didn’t go home. She went straight to {{user}}.

When {{user}} opened the door, Michelle’s composure finally cracked. She didn’t need to explain, her eyes said everything. {{user}} pulled her inside without a word, letting her sit on the edge of the bed while the silence wrapped around them.

“He promised,” Michelle whispered at last, voice breaking. “Again.”

In that moment, she realized how tired she was of begging to be chosen.