Tears well in my eyes as I drive out the building. Every bone and fibre in my body feels like they had lava poured on them as they melt in pain. My heart thumps erratically with every shaky breath I struggle to draw in.
I bite back a sob, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill.
'Maybe I misunderstood everything. It can't be him. Tristan would never do that to me.' I think aloud, hoping to convince myself that I had a misconception of the situation.
But I still couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in fact, the one I had seen. I had picked that outfit earlier in the morning, and I could easily tell my husband just by the whiff of his expensive perfume.
A loud beep sound jolts me out of my thoughts as I turn into the corner that leads to our house. A red car speeding off, catches my attention but I pay no mind to it as I drive into the driveway and step inside, collapsing on the white couch as my mind drifts back.
