I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock filtering throughout my room. I stretched a little and got up.

A pang of disappointment washed over my body as I realized Damon did not come home last night.

To brighten up my mood, I prepared breakfast for two. This was the only small gesture of affection I hoped Damon would appreciate.

With a heavy heart, I decided to take the breakfast to my boyfriend’s company. As I entered the building, the guard greeted me with a familiar smile.

"Good morning, Ma'am," he said. "You look gorgeous today!"

I forced a smile. "Thank you, is Damon in his office?"

The guard nodded. "Yes, he is. Is that a breakfast you made for him? He's really lucky to have a girlfriend like you."

I smiled and appreciated the compliment, but my heart really felt heavy. As I walked towards Damon's office, I noticed that his secretary's desk was empty. I narrowed my eyes and a hint of suspicions grew all over my body.

With trembling hands, I pushed to open the door. The sight that greeted me was a betrayal I would never forget.

Damon was sitting across from his secretary, Mathilda, sharing a breakfast that maybe she had prepared. Their laughter and casual banter seemed worlds away from the intimate moments we had shared.

My heart pounded in my chest as I approached Damon and his secretary. I tried to hide my shock, but my trembling hands betrayed me. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Damon..." I whispered, my voice was barely audible.

Finally, Damon looked at me and his smile faded. "What are you doing here, Christine?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

I really wanted to cry in front of him but I remained calm. I couldn't find the words to express my pain.

I was about to give him the paper bag, inside of it was our breakfast, but Mathilda snatched it in my hand, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“What is this? Wow, Christine, did you prepare this?” Mathilda asked in excitement and opened the lunch box without my permission.

“OMG! This is my favorite, Christine! I really want this…” I saw a hint of sadness in Mathilda's eyes and looked at my boyfriend’s Damon as if she was telling something to him.

Damon, without even glancing at me, handed the breakfast to Mathilda. “If you want it, you can have it.”

I frozed for a second, unable to believe what was happening.

“You can have Mathilda’s cheesecake, Christine,” Damon offered.

I couldn’t hold back my anger anymore. “We’ve been together for so many years, Damon and you still don’t know that I am allergic to cheese?” I asked in disbelief.

The realization that he didn't even know such a simple detail about me was a bitter pill to swallow.

Damon’s expression darkened, and he looked away. “Stop making a fuss, Christine. If you don’t want it, then don’t eat it.”

I can’t stand it anymore, tears were now welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill in front of them. I really need to leave for the sake of my pride and dignity.

“Are you leaving?” Damon asked, his voice laced with surprise.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

Sensing my distress, Damon suddenly offered, “I can give you a ride to our home.”

I was shocked upon hearing what Damon said. For the past years together, Damon had never offered to drive me home, no matter how urgent it was. He always kept work and his personal life separate.

But when it comes to Mathilda, his new secretary, she was treated like royalty.

On her first day at work, she was already getting chuffered by my partner.

“Oh! Before I forgot, we had a meeting right now. You can’t go out, Damon,” Mathilda reminded.

Damon? First name basis? Where is the respect? I couldn’t believe Mathilda was addressing him by his first name.

"Ah! That's right, I forgot about that," Damon replied, turning to Mathilda. "You're the best, Mathilda. I'm so lucky to have you as my secretary."

I was so stunned and couldn't speak. My heart aches when I hear what my boyfriend said. Damon had never praised me like that.

“I’m sorry, Christine. I’ll give you a ride next time,” he said without looking at me, instead he was looking at his watch in his hand.

As I left the company, my heart felt heavy with betrayal.

I also overheard a conversation between the two employees about Damon and his secretary when I was leaving.

“Girl, you won’t believe what I saw!” the girl excitedly said to her friend.

“What is it? What is it?” the other girl asked.

“I saw our Boss, Damon and his secretary, Mathilda together at a hotel last night! Can you believe it? They were having an affair! Our suspicions were right!”

“What the hell? So spicy!! How about his longtime girlfriend? What’s her name again?” the other girl asked.

“Christine!”

“Yeah, how about her? I mean, did they break up already??”

The words hung in the air, a chilling confirmation of my worst fears.

Tears streamed down at my face as I made my way home.

The betrayal I had witnessed was a wound that would take time to heal.

As I entered our shared home, the once familiar surroundings felt cold and empty.

The love I had once held for Damon had been shattered, replaced by a deep sense of hurt and disappointment.

I knew starting that day, my relationship with Damon was over.

Damon stormed into their lavish home, his arrival earlier than usual startling me.

"Why are you so early?" I asked, my voice filled with confusion. After a few seconds, Damon remained silent and only did the usual thing after work.

"Did you receive my message? Did you buy me my favorite strawberry ice cream?" I asked, my eyes fixed on him.

Damon's facial expression shifted. He had always bought me ice cream after work, but since Mathilda had entered our lives, he seemed to have forgotten.

"Ice cream? It's past eight o'clock," he scoffed. "Christine, you're almost twenty-eight. Don't make me sick with your childish crap! Ice cream is for children. Besides, I'm always tired from work. Do you think I have time to buy your stupid strawberry ice cream?"

This was the first time he yelled at me and even complained about buying an ice cream.

A stunned silence fell over me. I couldn't believe he was yelling at me, complaining about something as simple as ice cream.

"You used to buy me an ice cream." I began, my voice trembling trying to hold back my tears in front of him.

"Oh, shut up, will you! I don't have time for your drama!" he shouted, storming into the bathroom.

Christine's heart sank. The once vibrant love they shared had been replaced by a chilling silence.

After 5 minutes, Damon’s cell phone lit up. I looked at it and saw a message from Mathilda.

[Damon, thank you for the strawberry ice cream! You know how much I crave it, right? One tub is too much, though. Don't you want me to get fat? Anyway, I'll just keep it in the fridge so we can have dessert if you come over.]

I bit my lip and turned my gaze towards the bathroom door. I sighed, resigning myself to the situation and did not make a fuss about it.

It seemed I had become used to his infidelity.

As if I was numb and couldn't feel anything anymore.

I sat alone on our cold and lifeless bed, my heart was torned, that it felt like it was pouring blood.

When Damon walked in, freshly showered, he noticed my luggage beside our bed but did not appear to be bothered.

"I'm going on a business trip to New York next month," he informed me, his voice cold and distant. "If you need anything, just let me know and I’ll get it for you. "

"Nah, I don't need anything. Thank you for asking," I replied, my voice devoid of mixed emotions.

I didn’t even hesitate to say that. After all, I was leaving him in a few days. What was the point of asking for anything? In the past, I would have begged to accompany him on his business trips, but this time, I remained cold and silent. Damon noticed my sudden change in behavior and his anger flared.

"What is your problem, Christine? Why do I feel like you're angry and have changed?" he demanded. "Back then, you always begged me to come with me on business trips. You always had a sad expression and told me you would miss me! Are you upset because I didn't buy you that damn strawberry ice cream? Is that what this is about? Or is it all about that incident at the office?" Damon confronted me, accusing me of overreacting.

I opened my mouth to explain, but Damon scoffed and turned away.

"You know I can't stand women being overly dramatic," he said, his voice filled with disgust and dismay. "Christine, you've changed."

I was shocked by his words. Was it really I who had changed? Or was it him?

I couldn't believe what was happening. It felt like everything had been reversed. Damon was the one who was angry, while I was the one who was being accused of being guilty and wrong.

In our years together, he had always been sweet and caring towards me. He had always made me feel special and never forgot to buy me my favorite things. And every time we argued, he had always humbled himself to apologize and make things right.

But this time, it was the opposite.

As he left the room, he tossed a note onto the bed. It was a request for a chocolate cake to be prepared for the following day.

"I need you to make me a chocolate cake," he said in a cold tone, before leaving.

I raised an eyebrow and picked up the note. For the very first time, he had stayed in his office all night and did not hear a single knock on our door.