Broken Trust

"Honey! I'm home early!" No response.

After a while she finally replied. "Um... I have clients."

"Okay! I can meet them!" I headed upstairs. I walked into her training room to find horrors.

She was sitting on top of a well-endowed man, both of them buck naked. I yelled angrily.

"HOW COULD YOU?" I hated her more than anything in that moment. I had trusted her, and I loved her. I had been planning to take her out for a nice dinner on the river. I walked into the bathroom to wipe away my tears as the two of them put on clothes, and he snuck out. To those who say men don't cry, they do. They just hide it. While I was in the bathroom, I happened to glance in the trash can, and I saw the tip of a test. I knew that test. It was a pregnancy test. I pulled it out, and read the results. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Who knows if it was even my baby. I yelled out in rage again, and made my way to the bar. On my way home, I was hammered drunk. I blubbered to my Uber driver about how broken I felt. It truely felt like a knife had been stuck in my heart, then it was slowly pulled out. As we drove by the jewelery store, I asked him to stop. I went in, and pulled the box out of my pocket. The jeweler looked at me.

"Rough night?" he asked.

"Yeah. I caught her cheating and I don't know if she is pregnant by me or not."

"Oh. That sucks."

"Yep."

"That is a $40 return fee."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Have a better day."

"I'll try." I got back into my car, and was driven home. She was gone with a note by the door. The baby is yours. I'm sorry. I was broken, just like my trust. I never dated anyone after her. I saw my son on weekends, but I never saw her again.