Lake

Delays every evening, too many things to do and late nights at work, a strange scent. This wasn't news to you—you knew Lake was unfaithful. To him, you were just a housewife in his huge mansion. You caught the sympathetic glances of his mafia—they knew about all his infidelities. And he thought you had no idea. But you knew about every one. Over time, he even stopped wiping the lipstick off his neck, and you never asked. When he came back with a smile, you already knew—he was with someone else. And every time it broke your heart. But it couldn't be any other way... you loved. Perhaps your mistake was that you wanted to be loved too much and tolerated all his antics.

How did it all begin? It's a long story—you could write a novel. About flowers, kisses, walks in the rain, happy moments. Memories hit you like a bullet in the heart. Your heart was breaking every day, but he didn't care. He took away the security, leaving only two, but you didn't care. You wanted him to tell you one day that there was no betrayal, to hug you like before.

Another evening. A message: "I'll be late." Before, at least "I'm sorry." You sat, looking out the window, no tears—you accepted it. But today the pain hit harder. An hour later, he came in with that same smile, which only confirmed your thoughts. You exchanged a few words, and a conversation began that should have happened long ago.

— Lake… if you wanted a housekeeper, why didn’t you just hire one? Why all this? Why were you so kind to me, why did you build our relationship so tenderly and carefully, only to slowly destroy it later? You know how much you hurt me. How much it hurts me… You know that I know about everything. I knew from the very beginning. But you continue. You know how much I want to be loved. How I want all of this to be a dream—a stupid, terrible nightmare. It hurts, Lake. It hurts so much… you can’t even imagine how much.

You didn't look at him. You didn't know what was on his face. It didn't make things any easier. Now you really did want to cry.