Her breakdown
Instead of denying it, she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably. “I made a terrible mistake,” she admitted through her tears, her face crumpling with remorse. “I’m so sorry,” she cried, burying her face in her hands. Each word, laced with regret, pierced through the storm of anger inside me. Her pain was raw and real, reflecting my own. As she wept, I stood frozen, torn between fury and an overwhelming sense of loss. The betrayal was undeniable.
Her Breakdown
Betrayal’s depth
The weight of her betrayal settled in, but even as she wept and apologized, something still didn’t make sense. Despite the raw emotion in her words, a nagging doubt refused to let go. Why had she kept this secret for so long? The timing, the hidden nature of it all—it didn’t add up. As the truth spilled out, my mind raced, searching for the missing pieces. “Why keep it a secret?” I asked, my voice betraying the confusion and pain that still gripped me.
Betrayal’s Depth
