Slowly walking into the appartment, I can hear a muffled voice from the bedroom. At first I wonder if we're being robbed but that vanishes as soon as I get closer and can hear clearer.

"Ahhh John, baby that feels so good." A female voice says.

I stand there shocked on the other side of the door stunned, maybe I'm jumping to conclusions though.

Then I hear him moan while saying a womans name that certainly isn't mine... my heart shatters at that point.

Needing to know, I slowly open the door as the woman moans, "harder... faster John."

What I see instantly kills me and angers me... watching my boyfriend of 2 years plowing himself into a black haired chick, like a ďàmń rabbit.

Without meaning to, I let out a sob. Throwing my hand over my mouth, they instantly stop and look at me.

John instantly jumps off the woman and pulls his boxers on.

"It's not what it looks like baby. I promise. I can explain." He says frantically.

"Go on... Explain..." Does he forget I walked in while he was going at it.

"I'm sorry baby. It just happened, she means nothing to me. This is the only time it's even happened, I swear." He pleads.

"It just happened? You took her to our home! You're still sporting a raging hard on and I watched you going at it while moaning her name. I get the feeling this isn't the first time, John." I say calmly before looking at the woman who has tears in her eyes.

"Who are you?" I ask her.

She clears her throat before answering. "My name's Brittany."

"Please don't lie to me... was this the first time?" I plead with her.

She looks at her fingers before shaking her head 'no'.

"How long, John? How long have I been ignorant to all this?!" I ask, my anger flaring out.

He looks at the floor, unable to look me in the eyes. "About 3 months..."

3 months?!

"3 ďàmń months?!" I shout at him.

He winces, "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, it ment nothing. I promise, I love you."

I look at him with so much disgust. In this moment, I don't even know him. I shove by him and grab a suitcase. Emptying my clothes from the draws before grabbing my essentials from the bathroom as well as the few other things if value, I force it closed.

I look at the woman who has a hand over her mouth with tears down her eyes.

"He's all yours. Go back to your night together." I tell her before turning to John.

"It certainly worked out well always have this place rented in your name. Enjoy your night." I tell him with a blank expression. Even if on the inside I'm crumbling into tiny pieces.

"Don't do this Natasha... please!" He pleads.

"I didn't, you did... all those months of 'working late' and I sat there missing you but wanting to support you. It turns out you were living the life instead, good job and sex on the side." I give him a humorless chuckle.

"I don't ever want to see you again. Bye." I say while walking through the door with my suitcase in hand.

I've never felt so betrayed in my life...