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This might be a bit sad but it also might not be.
Tony had been away for a few days and throughout those few days I'd been getting a lot of hate. Not about anything in particular people just didn't like me very much and I never really cared for the hate comments. At the end of the day those people didn't know me so what was the point in caring. But what I didn't realise is that the new hate comments I was getting was because of my supposed best friend. We fell out because she thought I was spending more time with Tony than her when he was in a different state. So that was possible.
Tony was due back in a few hours and I still had to make sure the house was clean and that there was enough food for dinner but I just didn't have any motivation for that. I managed to shower and get dressed into some black jeans and a kiss band tee before applying some light makeup.
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I started cleaning the house but before I knew it Tony was already here.
"Hey baby" No response, weird. I tried to get his attention but he just grabbed his bags and went to the bedroom. Maybe he was just tired. My phone started going off like crazy on the kitchen counter so I decided to see what was going on. Tweets of me apparently kissing someone else, the person in the photo was definitely me but it was with my ex like two years ago. That's when it hit me that Tony had seen it so he wasn't talking to me.
I gently knocked on the bedroom door before walking in to see Tony with tears down his face.
"Baby I know why you're mad, but hear me out. That was with my ex around two years ago"
'Why should I believe you?"
"Just look at my hair now and look at it in the picture"
"That doesn't mean a thing, you haven't long changed your hair"
"I'm not lying to you though. It was around two years ago"
"I don't fucking believe you!"
"I'm not gonna shout at you Tony so I don't expect you to shout at me. I know you don't believe me but I'm not arguing with you about this. I didn't cheat because I know what it feels like to be cheated on. I love you"
I walked out of the room before being pulled into his chest. "You said you loved me?"
"I do love you. Now if you believe me or not, that picture was taken on mine and my ex's one year anniversary and I have a brief idea of who sent you that, it was probably y/bf/n because she's the one who took the picture"
