Happy Birthday, He Cheated
By our sixth year of marriage, Derrick hadn't touched me in three months.
Said he was swamped at work. Always tired.
After everything, I still believed him.
Then on my birthday, I caught his friend talking in Garmenian—a language Derrick didn't think I understood.
"You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?"
Derrick let out a smoke ring. "Haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not over her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll have the baby overseas."
My hands curled into fists.
Silent tears streamed down my face.
He glanced over, nervous. "What's wrong?"
I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched."
It was sweet—but when you understand Garmenian, all you taste is betrayal.