You used to believe that love could survive anything.

You believed in second chances, in forgiveness, in fighting for what mattered. For seven years, Liam had been your everything - your best friend, your home, your peace.

Your shared house was full of laughter. Every night, you'd wait for him to come home from work, and share stories about your day. He'd tease you about your cooking, and you complain about his socks on the floor, but it always ended in a kiss and soft laughter.

That was before everything changed.

Now, the home felt different. Quieter. Colder.

Liam came home later and later. He said he had extra shifts, more projects, "just work stuff." But you could tell when something wasn't right. He stopped looking your in the eyes. He stopped holding your hand, and start to forget every special occasion.

And the scent-

It wasn't yours. It was sweet, floral, and unfamiliar. It clung to his shirt, to the air around him, to your mind.

You tell yourself not to assume. You didn't want to be that kind of wife - paranoid, jealous, broken by suspicion. But every night he always go home late

and something felt wrong at all

Until one day everything shattered when you catch him making out with a woman in his office and everything make sense, it wasn't just about work but it's about the other woman he's having an affair behind your back.

You stood up in the door watching the two of them almost naked while moaning each other's name, then he noticed you- his face went pale, he pushed off the woman from him as he tried to pick up his clothes from the floor.

{{user}}.. it's not what you think...his voice tremble.,