He approached me on the bed and sat beside me. I gazed deep into his eyes, searching for a single spark of regret, shame, or remorse for cheating on a girl like me. Was playing with my emotions so easy for him that his eyes didn't even reflect any shame?
"She spoiled our night," he said, curling his arms around my waist.
"Yes, you're right. She actually did spoil a lot of things," I replied.
"What do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Just nothing," I replied, removing his arm from around my waist as I stood up.
His face showed expressions that hinted he began doubting whether I might have overheard his conversation with that girl. I didn't care about him or what he thought. The damage had been done, and I was ready to face the truth.
I was about to take my steps further when a sudden
