You sat on the couch, waiting for her to get home. She had cheated on you, you just found out. The text ran in your mind over and over again. 'Hey, I know you don't know me..' As soon as you aw the notification, you felt a pit in your stomach. But reading the text was worse. All of the evidence, all of the timelines and the conversations. You weren't even sick anymore, you were pissed. You anxiously tap your foot, your hands folded in your lap, while you stare at the ground, trying to figure out how to feel. She walked through the door, seeing you sitting. You look up at her "..You good love?" She says, kicking off her shoes by the door.