"Are you awake?" he asked softly.
I bit my lip. My tears had started dampening my pillow. If he thought I was asleep, we couldn't have whatever conversation we needed to have.
The bed squeaked as he slid in beside me. "I missed you, baby," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.
Was that his excuse for cheating on me? I didn't have s*x with him for a few days so he slept with someone else? I thought we were stronger than that. I thought he loved me. It took every ounce of control in my body to stay completely still when it felt like my whole world was collapsing. I wanted to cry loud, ugly tears, but I didn't want him to know I was awake. If this was the last chance I'd have for him to hold me, I wasn't going to ruin it. I wanted to go to sleep and wake up and forget about this
