My hands tremble as I muster the courage to talk to him, so I squeeze them together. I look up to see his face, so beautiful, and his eyes, innocently studying me. He looks nervous, and I have the sudden urge to hold him, comfort him, and tell him that everything will be alright. But then I recall his lips on another woman and his hands... I don't even want to think about the rest. I steel my resolve as I stand up straighter.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" he asks, reaching for my hand. I tersely pull my hand away, which makes him frown.

I keep my words calm and collected. "I was thinking. We've been together for nearly four years, and our anniversary is approaching. You've been with me through it all, from high school until now."

He breathes a sigh of relief as his shoulders slacken. "You scared me for a second there, babe." He pulls me to his waist, and I resist the urge to shudder in disgust. I tilt my lips to his ear.

"Thank you. For nothing." I push him away. The words stun him as his jaw drops and hurt flickers across his face. I cruelly savor it.

Somehow, I manage to keep my temper in check. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Of all people, you and your coworker."

He sinks to his knees. It's pathetic. "Babe, it was a one-time thing. I was stressed, and afterward, I regretted it. Don't do this, please."

I consider his words. The pain in his voice is genuine and it only worsens the hurt in my chest. Part of me wants to pick him off the floor and forget about it. It was only one time, right? No. There's no excuse for cheating. I roll my eyes and turn away. "Get out of my house. You disgust me."