He Trusts Me Too Much to Ever Check My Phone
4 min read · Anonymous · Premium
The cruelest part wasn't that she was cheating. It was reading, in her own words, exactly how stupid she thought I was.
It started small, the way these things always seem to in hindsight. Sofia began coming home late on Saturdays. Book club, she said. Then a coworker's leaving drinks. Then a yoga friend who was going through a divorce and just needed someone to sit with her. I believed all of it. Why wouldn't I? In eleven years I had never once caught her in a lie, and I'm not the suspicious type. I'm the type who texts "drive safe, no rush" and means it.
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