There Were Women’s Clothes Scattered on the Floor, and When I Entered the Bedroom I Found Him with Another Woman…
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Tom and I had been together for over three years in a loving, trusting relationship. We had already met each other’s parents and were making plans for our upcoming wedding. Everything was perfect, and I truly believed I wanted to have children with this man and spend the rest of my life with him…
The day he returned from a business trip, we hadn’t planned to see each other, but I decided to surprise him. I took the day off work, baked his favourite cake, and drove over to his flat. Luckily, I had my own set of keys, so while he was still asleep, I even had time to brew us some coffee for the cake.
Quietly opening the bedroom door before I could even take a step, I almost tripped over something on the floor. The room was dark, so I switched on my phone torch to see what was there. There were women’s clothes all over the floor and as I walked further in, I saw him with another woman…
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They were sleeping cuddled up, so I didn’t cause a scene. I quietly closed the door behind me, left his favourite cake and my keys, and left. It was cold outside and I didn’t want to go back to my parents’, so I sat in the park and cried. After a while, a guy sat down beside me and asked what had happened. I didn’t mention the betrayal, but the conversation just flowed. Somehow, we ended up at his place for a cuppa.
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