As I sat there in Carla’s apartment, surrounded by tangible evidence of Mitchell’s betrayal, a mixture of disbelief and hurt ran through my head.
Buster, oblivious to the tension in the room, continued to doze on the couch, his rhythmic breathing in stark contrast to the chaos unfolding in front of me.
Carla, still clutching the towel that barely covered her, stood before me with an expression that mirrored my own shock. Her attempt at greeting falters as she realizes the gravity of the situation. I ignored her first question and focused directly on Mitchell, who stood awkwardly in the background with a guilty look on his face.
Decorated in soft hues and feminine touches, the room screamed of a life intimately intertwined with someone other than me. Makeup strewn across the vanity, shoes haphazardly left by the door, and leftovers from a shared meal casually laid out on the table all hinted at a relationship that was much more than professional.
When Nina’s fiancé Mitchell emails her a photo of his puppy Buster, she proudly shows Sophie, her co-worker. Instead of complimenting her on how adorable Buster is, Sophie reveals a much darker truth to Nina that will completely change her life and cause her engagement to fall apart right in front of her eyes.
I had my usual lunch break, like any other day. I sat down at my desk, bit into a croissant, and sipped my coffee. My phone rang with a message alert just as I was ready to grab my work phone and give my mom a quick update.
My fiancé Mitchell gave me a cute photo of his dog, Buster. Mitchell’s life revolved around Buster and he traveled everywhere with him. In fact, Mitch often invited Buster over to my apartment for sleepovers when he was planning it.
“Look, Sophie,” I remarked to a colleague sitting across from me.
She said, “Buster is adorable,” and continued to eat her salad. “But I’m glad you finally figured it out.
“What have you found out?” I asked losing my mind.
“Come on, Nina,” she urged. “I thought you were showing me something else-“
“What?” | Cut her off.
Sophie placed her fork on the table and looked at her. She sighed and considered her remarks for a moment. There was conflict in her appearance and it made me nervous.
How could she know? I just showed her a picture of Buster.
“Watch the landscape,” she ordered. “Where it is?”
I couldn’t figure it out. Except for Buster’s tiny face, nothing caught my eye. I had to look at the picture with the eyes of a detective, and that’s when I realized Mitchell wasn’t home.
He admitted to Sophia who was hanging on a chair, “I thought Mitch was home and that this was his lair.”
She asked, “And he is?”
“No.”
Moreover, it wasn’t. Comparing the room to my fiancé’s place, it felt much more feminine.
“Exactly,” she replied. “Careful, Nina. I know the place, even if I didn’t want to say it. This apartment belongs to Carla.”
Carla?
Mitchell worked with Carla; he mentioned her from time to time, but it was always just in passing and never in a way that raised red flags for me.
Until now.
It was overwhelming to realize that he might be having an affair.
“Are you sure?” When I asked, Sophie started eating the almonds straight from the jar.
She nodded slowly.
“You do realize I live in the same building? Nina, I’ve seen Mitchell there a few times. I assumed you were aware and okay with that. Since they work together, it’s not that weird for me to spend time there.” him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
I was in complete shock. Why Sophie didn’t bring it to me puzzled me.
Yes, we were friends – maybe not the best, but we hung out quite a bit.
Sophie even spent a week sleeping over with me while her plumbing was fixed, in addition to going to the movies and having quick lunches. She attended my engagement party. That’s when she realized she knew Carla anyway.
I couldn’t understand why after all of this Sophie didn’t just come and tell me that my fiance was spending all his time at some other woman’s house.
“I’m sorry Nina,” she said. “I just assumed he’d let you know ahead of time and show at least some decency by being truthful about it. Besides, I didn’t keep it a secret.”
I wanted to find out what the truth was. After leaving work early, I drove straight to Carla’s apartment building, knowing I had a dentist appointment that evening.
I had no idea what I was getting into, so my head was racing. I wanted Sophie to be wrong. So bad that when we find out, she’s going to have to tell me she’s sorry.
However, upon arriving at the parking lot, I realized there might be some truth to the story. For there it stood, Mitchell’s parked car, clear as day.
I still wanted to expose him as a liar.
Before approaching the door, I called Mitch to see where he was. He answered right away.
He happily exclaimed, “Hi honey!” “Didn’t you just like the picture of Buster?”
I said, “He’s the cutest boy.” “What are you doing?”
Football was playing in the background of the TV.
He explained, “I’m working from home right now.” “I had to avoid distracting the hospital because I had a lot to report for tomorrow. Why? What’s going on?”
“It’s not very important,” I said. “I just have a dentist appointment and I was wondering if you wanted to meet for dinner tonight.
Mitchell paused to consider his answer before speaking.
He said, “That sounds fantastic.” “I just really have to do it, so I don’t think so.
“Okay baby,” I mumbled as I walked up to Carla’s door and knocked on it.
The door opened.
It was Mitchell, still on the phone with me. His smile faded as he looked into my face.
Mitchell’s smile faded into a confused, horrified face, and the moment hung heavy. Taken aback, he casually pressed the phone to his ear, as if he had forgotten that he was still in contact with me.
“Nina?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
I pushed past him in the apartment and ignored him.
Carla’s apartment.
The room was comfortable, quite feminine, and filled with personal items that clearly belonged to a woman.
Makeup, broken glasses and mugs, and abandoned shoes were everywhere.
On a small table, I saw a half-empty bottle of red wine, two wine glasses (one still black from lipstick), and leftover Chinese food. Buster was dozing on the couch, moving his hind legs dreamily.
I was beginning to realize that this wasn’t just a random visit.
Carla emerged from the hallway, clutching the towel that covered her, her face blank in astonishment.
“Nina?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t pay attention to her.
“You told me you were working from home today and now I’m going to find you here?”
That’s when I gave Mitchell a serious look. Instead of Carly, he looked calm, walking around in sweatpants and socks. His natural behavior in this situation was disturbing.
Mitchell sat down on the couch and drank the glass of water that was on the coffee table, his cheeks turning red.
A few moments later he began to speak.
“Carla and I were just…”
But Carla cut her off, stepping forward, her voice shaking.
She said, “Here, we have to be honest.” “You tell her or I tell her.”
My fiancé’s shoulders slumped as he looked defeated. He finally looked me straight in the eyes and regret and sadness were visible in them.
“My dear,” he said. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way.
I was dreading this very moment. That moment when Mitchell was about to admit to me that he had an affair with a lady I never thought was competitive.
Feeling the heat of betrayal burn through my body through the band, I wrapped the engagement ring around my finger.
Carla took advantage of my surprised pause and took command of the situation.
Carla said, “It started a few months ago.” “It wasn’t organized. We worked on projects as a team, so we just got closer and spent more time together. After many sleepless nights, something finally clicked.”
As the realization dawned, the room seemed to spin. I wanted to disappear into the bubble bath and allow the bubbles and steam to numb every sense in my body.
“How could you?” Mitchell asked.
Mitch tried to get close to me and touch me.
“I apologize again,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wanted to end it. There’s no meaning. I promise.”
I stepped back and flinched at his contact. I pulled my head away from him.
“Did you intend to call it off? When? After the wedding? Or did you want to take Carla there on that particular day?” I asked with bitter sarcasm in my voice.
Buster stirred in his sleep, breaking the silence.
The apartment door opened again. A gruff, obviously unhappy man burst in
“Carlo, we should talk. Now!” he shouted, seemingly oblivious to the circumstances he had just entered.
Carla paled.
She stumbled, “Tom, what are you doing here?”
Tom hesitated as if he was now registering what was happening.
So the office rumors are accurate! Mitchell is the one you slept with.”
The room erupted into confusion as Tom cornered Mitchell, waking him up and forcing him to bark.
Carla tried to divide her men by flying between them.
She screamed, “Stop it!” “We can talk about it!”
An unbearable mixture of sadness, anger, and disbelief washed over me. I turned to leave because I could no longer bear the sight of my ex-fiancé whose lies had destroyed our life together.
I walked out of Carla’s apartment.
My engagement ring was on Mitchell’s parked car so I left it there. I had enough of him and his lies.
It was impossible for me to start a life with that man.
I felt so sad as I turned to leave. But at least I knew I wasn’t lying or being dishonest. A new beginning was necessary.
I decided to get a massage before going home because I knew I needed to release the tension in my body so I could start over.
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Nina’s world comes crashing down in a moment of unexpected betrayal, and a photo that initially brings joy turns into a harbinger of a life-changing truth. The weight of Mitchell’s deception was a blow she never expected, especially from someone she trusted deeply. As she faced the reality of his infidelity, the evidence of his double life with Carla became undeniable. A mix of personal belongings, intimate settings, and Mitchell’s guilty behavior painted a clear picture of his disloyalty.
Carla’s reluctant honesty only confirmed Nina’s worst fears. The emotional turmoil of the revelation of the affair was compounded by the realization that those close to her, like Sophie, were aware of the situation but chose to remain silent. This betrayal on many fronts left Nina feeling isolated and betrayed. Yet, amidst the chaos, a sense of clarity began to emerge. She understood that her relationship with Mitchell was irreparable and that continuing the engagement was out of the question.
Determined to reclaim her life, Nina decides to leave the toxic environment. Her engagement ring, once a symbol of love and commitment, was now a reminder of broken promises and lies. Leaving it in Mitchell’s car, she left, choosing to prioritize her own well-being and integrity. Seeking solace, she opted for a massage, hoping to find a moment of calm amid the emotional storm.
This experience, although painful, marked the beginning of a new chapter for Nina. She emphasized the importance of self-respect, honesty, and the courage to walk away from relationships that no longer serve one’s well-being. As she moved forward, she seized the opportunity for a fresh start, free of deception and betrayal, ready to build a life based on true trust and mutual respect.