Rehearsing words
I rehearsed what I would say, but the words felt increasingly fragile, each version of the conversation more uncertain than the last. How could I bring up such a sensitive topic without pushing her away? As I paced the room, I struggled to strike the right balance between genuine concern and sounding accusatory. I needed answers, but the thought of what might happen if I pushed too hard kept me frozen in doubt.
Rehearsing Words
Imagining confrontation
My pulse quickened as I imagined the confrontation, torn between love and suspicion. Every scenario played out in my mind, ending in either relief or heartbreak. Could we survive the truth, whatever it might be? The room seemed to close in on me as I braced myself for the conversation. If her betrayal was real, it would shatter me. But the uncertainty was a torment I could no longer endure.
Imagining Confrontation
