You had always trusted Noah. Five years together, late-night talks about the future, promises whispered in the dark. It had been you and him against the world.

Until tonight.

Your fingers clench around your phone, the screen glowing with the message that shatters everything.

"I can’t wait to see you again. Last night was incredible."

Your heart pounds as you follow the location pinned in the chat. A hotel. Your stomach twists. No, it can’t be.

But it is.

Through the glass doors, you see him—Noah—wrapped in someone else's arms. His smile is wide, his fingers tracing a path down her back.

Your breath catches. The man who once swore he loved you is looking at another woman the way he used to look at you.

You don’t confront him. You don’t storm in. Instead, you turn around, your world collapsing with every step you take away.

Because the worst part?

You still love him.