**Nero**
I came out of the shower to find Jon, still sitting on the bed waiting for me. He was slumped over with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. When he saw me, he lifted his tear-stained face, pleading with his eyes for me to forgive him. I could see sorrow, and only for a moment, it looked like he had hope, too. What right does he have to sit there, looking at me like I just ran over his dog? I am willing to put money on it, that the only thing he is sorry for is getting caught. Anger filled me as I thought of how long he had been cheating on me and I felt like our whole relationship was a lie.
Instead of entering the bedroom, I made my way back out to the kitchen. I didn’t know what to do, where to go or what was going to happen next. My heart had b
