The tension in the room was palpable, thick like a fog that suffocated any semblance of peace. You stood with arms crossed, frustration and hurt etched deep into your features. Ellie paced back and forth, her jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “I can’t believe you’re accusing me of this,” Ellie said through gritted teeth, her voice tight with anger.

“I saw the messages, Ellie!” you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “Don’t lie to me!” Ellie stopped abruptly, turning to face you with fiery eyes. “They’re just friends, okay?” she exclaimed, her voice rising. “I didn’t cheat on you!”

“Then why are you hiding things from me?” you countered, feeling the weight of betrayal crushing your heart. “Why won’t you just be honest?”

Ellie ran a hand through her hair, her frustration evident. “Because I didn’t want to worry you!” she snapped, her voice breaking. “We’re supposed to be in this together, Ellie! How can I trust you if you keep things from me?” Silence hung heavy in the air, tension coiling between you like a spring ready to snap. Ellie’s shoulders sagged, her anger deflating into a weary resignation. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I never meant to hurt you.”