If they had been planning this behind my back, they could have been sneaking around for who knows how long.
Just the thought of waking up with a hangover, Sarah cheerfully serving me breakfast, acting all sweet and devoted...
Back then, I thought she was a keeper.
They must have hooked up way back.
If she truly cared, even if she didn't get mad when I came home wasted, she would've had words with me later. How could she always be so damn sweet?
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.
Just like Lady Macbeth serving drinks with a smile.
I was such a fool, a complete idiot!
But accepting Paul's betrayal? That was harder to stomach.
Even though the proof was right in front of me.
After a moment's thought, I decided to confront Paul.
I needed to get to the bottom of this.
Paul hit this city solo, hustling from the ground up, and it was me who hooked him up with his pad.
Back in high school, he bombed SATs and settled for a local college, while I made it to a prestigious university in the capital.
That's where I met Sarah, a bright-eyed freshman and my first real crush.
I drove straight to Paul's place.
At his door, only his shoes were there—a pair of old leather boots.
"Paul, it's me, open up."
I pounded on the door for a solid five minutes. A neighbor even poked her head out, shushing me, but still no sign of Paul.
Was he out?
Just as I pulled out my phone to call him, the door swung open.
There was Paul, sweating bullets in his pajamas, looking flushed.
He seemed taken aback to see me.
"What brings you here?"
"And why shouldn't I be?"
I barged in and flopped onto his couch.
A subtle scent lingered in the air—something familiar that instantly told me it was the smell of romance.
"Really, man? I bomb my proposal and you're here playing Casanova?"
It was a joke, but anger was simmering beneath the surface.
God, I hope it's not what I think.
Paul chuckled nervously and shut the door, sitting across from me.
"Seriously though, what's up with you today?" He fidgeted, clearly uneasy.
I fished out some smokes, offering him one.
"Guess I'm just not feeling the whole marriage vibe anymore, you know?"
I tossed it out casually, but my eyes were locked on his every move.
"Dude, weren't you all set for this?"
His surprise showed but without the anger from our phone call.
Now I was stumped—was Paul really the guy Sarah was seeing behind my back?