Condoms in the glove compartment, and not a damn apology in sight

He started staying late at work, rolling in at ungodly hours, reeking of cheap perfume.
I’d grill him, and he’d shrug it off with, “Just swamped with tasks, babe.”
Then I found the rubbers stashed in the glove box. We never used those.
I confronted him straight-up, and he didn’t even flinch. Just smirked, “Shit happens. Don’t turn this into a soap opera.”
Packed his crap and ghosted that same week. Not a single “sorry” to be found.
#cheating #betrayal #drama #heartbreak