My Cheating Girlfriend
Everyone knew she was marrying Henry except me.
Six years of my life turned out to be a ridiculous joke.
I stood quietly outside the room. Through the crack in the door, I saw Jenna, the same woman who had said she was working late, sitting in Henry's lap, drinking one glass after another.
Henry smiled broadly, his arm tight around her waist. They looked inseparable, like a couple deep in love.
Someone suddenly asked, "Jenna, are you really going to keep this from Chris forever? Isn't that kind of messed up?"