Reflections of Betrayal

I found out she cheated. I didn’t scream or beg. I ruined the one

thing she cared about.. Part 2... She left that night before anyone asked

her a single question. Our friends stayed long enough to say things like “I’m so sorry” and “call

me.” I let them mean it. The next morning I filed for separation and changed the

passwords to the accounts we shared. I didn’t post what happened on social media.

I didn’t send the screenshots to her family. I didn’t need to. The album did more

damage than any argument ever could — it took away the story she’d been telling about us

and made everyone else read the ending she’d been hiding. It didn’t feel good for long.