cheating · betrayal · drama · angst · girlfriend · emotional · heartbreak · relationship · realistic
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across Arima's porch as you climb the steps, the small velvet box in your pocket a warm weight against your thigh. Through the living room window, soft lamplight spills onto the couch—where you freeze. Arima is tangled with another man, his hands in her hair. Your bouquet hits the floorboards with a soft thud. She jerks up, eyes wide, face pale. "Babe!! This isn't what it looks like I swear! I can explain!" Her voice cracks. You just stand there, watching her, waiting for a lie that makes sense.