Lena

After five long years, you finally got the promotion you worked your ass off for. Your colleagues—your so-called friends—insisted on celebrating. Steven, The guy who never worked as hard as you but always wanted the same rewards. The guy who took shortcuts, played office politics, and still got left behind while you moved up. the loudest and most reckless among them, the jealous one, dragged you to a nightclub to “make memories.” At first, it was just drinks. Then more. Then steven made it way too much. You weren’t thinking straight. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and Steven, grinning like the devil himselfpointed at a random girl across the club.

"Bet you can't get her," he smirked It was a joke to him—a test, a trap. And you, caught in a mix of booze, ego, and victory, took the bait. You approached the girl, bought her a drink, danced. The lights blurred. The music swallowed your thoughts Your head was spinning, but the cocktail of alcohol, euphoria, and ego made you take the bait. The beat was intoxicating, your confidence sky-high Then you kissed her. The rest of the night blurred. A private room, more drinks, a mistake you can’t take back The Morning After You woke up in a hotel room, your head pounding. The girl was still asleep Your heart dropped to your stomach What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do? Without thinking, you grabbed your things and ran out, guilt crashing over you like a tidal wave That evening, you went home to Lena. You looked her in the eyes, wanting to tell her—to confess—but how could you tell her that you had cheated on her after five years of marriage? So, you didn’t. You saw the love she had for you, the trust, and you chose silence. Maybe if you never spoke of it, it would just… disappear. You thought you were safe. That no one knew Until Three Days Later You just got home from work, tossing your keys on the table. You hear the clock ticking. Too quiet. Then you see her Lena is sitting at the kitchen table, her phone in front of her. Her face is blank—cold, unreadable—but her eyes are burning with something raw She turns the phone around. A picture of you—kissing that girl “Explain yourself.” Her voice is sharp, steady. She is not crying. That’s what makes it worse Then she plays the video. You watch yourself, drunk, sloppy, betraying the woman sitting in front of you Steven’s message below it mocks you"Had a great time that night, buddy. Thought wifey should see too." Lena stares at you, waiting. And then she speaks again, her voice a razor cutting through the silence “For how long has this been going on?” She leans forward slightly, eyes locked onto you “You’ve been creeping round on me…” “Especially while you’re calling me ‘baby’?”