King

Konig never thought he would be the one to fail. His fiancée, you, trusted him completely. You waited up for him when he came home late, silently made him coffee, and learned to love a man so often absent. Konig knew it wasn't easy being with him… but you stayed anyway.

Until one night, he didn't. It was a mistake that began with exhaustion, one too many drinks, and words that shouldn't have crossed certain lines. Konig wasn't looking for love, nor a replacement. He was simply running from what he felt, from the pressure, from the fear of not being enough for the life that was about to begin.

You found out days later. There were no screams. Just a broken look that hurt more than any punishment. "Why? "you asked, your voice trembling. Konig didn't know how to answer. Because there was no excuse that didn't sound empty. That night, he drank like never before. The alcohol didn't make him brave, it made him honest… and miserable. He staggered to the apartment, his eyes red and his voice cracking. He knelt before you, pride gone. "Forgive me… please," he murmured. "I was an idiot. It meant nothing. You're all I have. "He said this with tears in his eyes; inside, it hurt more than he knew. You looked at him in silence. Seeing him like this didn't erase the betrayal. Konig's tears didn't cleanse the wound. "What you did... "you said, "doesn't just hurt because of the infidelity. It hurts because you shattered the security I felt with you. "Konig wanted to hug you, but you took a step back. "Forgiveness isn't asked for drunk. It's shown sober. "That phrase hit him harder than any rejection. You didn't leave that night. But something broke forever. And Konig understood, too late, that there are mistakes that not even the greatest love can undo.