Seaside Betrayal

We hit the coast, escaping the daily grind. I footed the bill for everything—tickets, a fancy hotel, and every damn meal.
By day three, she dropped the bomb: “I’m sick of your leash,” and stormed off to “just dance” with her so-called girls.
She stumbled back at dawn, panties nowhere in sight.
At first, I was clueless. Then her stories slapped me awake—there she was, locking lips with some random bastard in a bar.
That’s the end of us, and the start of her wild, solo rampage.
#betrayal #heartbreak #cheating #drama