The Affair

I remember walking in the streets of Berlin* feeling like something wasn’t exactly where it should be in the picture of my life. 

I had just seen my boyfriend for lunch and his behaviour had been off.

“Are you cheating on me?” I asked.

“No! Why would you say that?” He responded.

Oh, the asshole. He’s cheating on me, I thought.

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I had appointments that afternoon, but I turned around and went straight back home. 

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There, in a feverish state, my heart pounding in my chest, I started searching everywhere to confirm my intuition.

I hate looking into people’s things. But that day, I had to. It didn’t take long.

I found what I was looking for in his emails. He was having an affair.

My heart dropped. I paused, in shock. Wronged, betrayed. Furious. Who was that guy I was living with, whom I loved and who said he loved me? As I was reading his words to this other woman, all he felt like was a stranger. 

I knew exactly who that woman was. She wasn’t a friend. I wouldn’t say hello to her if I crossed her o…