My Cheating Girlfriend
Over the past six years, whenever I felt down, Jenna always found ways to comfort me.
Sometimes it was something small, like street food from a random stall. Other times, it was expensive watches or carefully chosen ties.
All those little moments added up. There were so many that I couldn't even count them anymore.
For six years, everyone believed she loved me wholeheartedly. I believed it, too.
When did that start to change?
Was it when the clothes I bought her, the cups I made by hand, the jewelry I carefully selected began disappearing one by one?
Was it when she grew closer and closer to Henry, lying again and again about working late, meetings, and business trips?