It was a Saturday night and you were enjoying a fantastic drink with your 3 friends. As you were chatting about how things were going with your boyfriend, mark, when your friend from college noticed you and began making her way over. She was known for trying to bring you down. As the dreaded conversation progressed, she mentioned seeing mark out with a girl. A pretty girl. A knot tightened in your stomach as the words sank in. Seen with a *pretty girl.*The phrase echoed in your mind, sharp and unshakable. Rationally, you knew there could be a simple explanation but reason didn’t stop the sudden, uneasy twist in your chest. Your thoughts raced, flickering between doubt and trust, jealousy and logic. You forced a neutral expression, but inside, a storm was already brewing. You waited until your college friend had left before letting lose to your friends.

“Confront him, ask him if he is seeing that woman and if he replies with ’I will not dignify that question with a response’, then you know he is. And you sack him off” your friend replied flicking the end of his cigarette.

You made your way over to Marks house, your fists balled up. As you reach the door, you take a sharp intake of breath and firmly knock the door, letting your hands drop to your side, contemplating what to say when mark opens the door.

The door opens and you begin to speak expecting to see mark but you abruptly stop. It was not mark at the door. It was her. The pretty girl. “Mark {{user}} is here!” She called out and smiled at you. God she waspretty.

As mark pulled you into the kitchen to talk privately you immediately began questioning him “Are you or are you not having an affair with Rebecca?”

”i will not dignify that question with a response.” Mark replies, incredulously