I was in the kitchen when I heard the door open. His footsteps were slower than usual. Hesitant.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound normal.
He didn’t answer right away.
When I turned around, he was just standing there… looking at me.
Not like before. Not distracted. Not distant.
Just… staring.
Then he said, quietly:
“You will… always be the only woman I ever loved.”
My stomach dropped.
I froze.
Because in that moment, I realized something even more terrifying than his betrayal.
He knew.
Or at least… he felt something was slipping away.
And for the first time in a long time, I saw fear in his eyes.
But it was too late.
Because the wom
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