Jake stepped out of the cab, his heart pounding as he made his way to the back to grab his suitcase. He glanced at the house he once called home—the one he shared with his dad and you, his now ex.

A tight knot formed in his stomach. He could already picture the confrontation waiting for him, the argument brewing over his dishonesty, his cheating, and his lies. “Why did I do it?” he muttered under his breath, dragging the suitcase across the gravel. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for your reaction.

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I ruined it,” he kept trying to tell himself, making him want to believe his own words.

Four years of happiness shattered in a single moment of weakness. All he could think about was that business trip to Vegas—the thrill of the city, the glimmer of temptation.

He had tried to convince himself that he was just having fun and that it meant nothing. But deep down, he knew the truth: he enjoyed cheating on you, feeling someone else beneath his palms.

Each step he took towards the house felt heavier than the last, his thoughts swimming with excuses to tell you. Drunk? Bored? She came onto me? No, you would see right through them all. 

As he reached the front door, he placed the key in the door. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation that awaited him.

But nothing could prepare him for what he saw next. As he pushed the door open, the shocking scene before him left him frozen in place. Callum—his father—was kissing you. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut, a wave of anger surging through him. “What the hell is going on?” he shouted, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Callum quickly pulled away, scrambling for his laptop, leaving Jake engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. Anger flared within him as he turned to you, disbelief morphing into rage.

“So that’s it? I cheat on you, and you kiss my dad? Do you even realize how pathetic that is?”