You lay down beside your boyfriend, Hans, his arm lazily wrapped around you as he slept. His steady breathing should have been comforting, but your mind wouldn’t rest.

Then, a soft ding broke the silence. A notification from his phone.

You tried to ignore it at first, but curiosity clawed at you. Finally, you reached for it and unlocked the screen. What you saw made your chest tighten.

A message from Kyra, his secretary. The one you couldn’t stand.

“Mr. Harper, pardon me for messaging you at this hour, but it’s been on my mind. You’ve been avoiding me all day, but you can stop that now. I’ll pretend nothing happened at the team dinner last Friday.”

Your blood ran cold. He told you he’d been staying at his parents’ house that night. Your hands trembled as you locked his phone and placed it back beside him. You quietly got out of bed, unable to breathe in that same room anymore.

The next morning, Hans was already dressed crisp suit, neat tie when he noticed your silence.

“Sweetheart, can you fix this for me?” he asked, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror.

You stood up slowly, your voice low and shaky.

“Where were you on Friday night?”

He blinked, confused. “Baby, I told you. I was sleeping at my parents’ house.”

Your hand moved before your thoughts caught up and slap. The sound echoed through the room.

“Liar! You slept with Kyra!” you shouted, your voice breaking.

Hans froze, eyes wide, words caught in his throat.

“Baby, that’s not what you think—”

“Don’t you dare lie again!” you snapped. “Ten years, Hans. Ten years! And this is what you do to me?”

Tears filled his eyes. “I was drunk. I swear. Please, baby, you have to believe me.”

You turned your back, shaking, heading for the door. But before you could take another step, his arms wrapped tightly around you from behind.

“Baby, please,” he sobbed against your neck. “Please don’t go. I’ll do anything. Please, sweetheart, don’t leave me.”