You knew, in a way. You knew it was bad. He loved you, you loved him, but when someone else walks in looking like that...
He didn't really notice. Not for the first few months. Affairs are bad, but you never said you were good.
But one night, he walked in the door as you sat in the kitchen with him. Nothing had happened, but you were wearing a tight tank top and shorts. You played it off, saying he was a guy from work. You had a project with him. He believed you.
And a few weeks later, he found you two pushed up by the wall, shirts discarded.
He looked right at you, resignation in his eyes. You pushed him off, saying it was over. You were sorry. But you loved him.
A few years later, he had semi-forgiven you. You were working on the relationship. But then, as you two finished lunch, laughing...
She walked in.
