Two Tickets to Betrayal

Standing at the train platform, I saw my fiancé Julian holding two tickets to Rome—a

trip he told me was canceled due to work. My heart raced, disbelief washing

over me as I edged closer, hidden behind commuters. My mind whirled back to last week's

postponed trip—the one we both claimed was merely delayed due to work commitments. But here he was,

with Hannah, the woman I vaguely recognized from his office holiday party last year.

As I moved in and out of the shifting crowd, each step felt heavier, a drumbeat echoing

my growing suspicion. <break time="0.6s" /> The sound of their laughter stabbed through the station's

clamor like an alarm. I couldn't ignore it. My voice, caught between anger