Decisions have consequences

 


I still can’t believe what I witnessed that night. We were at my friend’s house, drowning in drinks and bad decisions, when I saw him sneak upstairs with some random girl—completely forgetting he had a girlfriend. But the moment he swung open the bedroom door, we were hit with a scene straight out of a nightmare. There she was—his actual girlfriend—caught in the act with some other guy.

For a split second, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. It was just the raw, brutal realization settling in: they had both betrayed each other, and the universe had conspired to make sure they found out at the exact same time.

Disbelief. Fury. Chaos. It was the kind of moment that makes you question everything. How does something like this even happen? And what happens next when there’s no one left to blame but themselves?

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