The first time I spotted a pink hoodie in Silas’s car, I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe it was his sister’s. Maybe he bought it for me.
But when I found that same hoodie crumpled in his laundry basket, smelling like vanilla body spray that wasn’t mine, my stomach dropped. I didn’t confront him right away. I needed proof. Real proof.
So last Friday, while he thought I was out of town for my cousin’s wedding, I parked two streets over and waited. His old pickup pulled into the driveway around ten. I stayed low, barely breathing, as a girl jumped out of the passenger side.
Blonde. Short. Laughing way too hard.
Rage tightened my throat. I filmed everything on my phone—the flirting, the way he touched her lower back like it was nothing. Proof.
I was halfway through planning my epic breakup speech when I zoomed in and realized… it wasn’t a random girl. It was Penny—my roommate. My best friend since freshman year.
Twist the knife a little deeper, why don’t you?
I stormed home that night, ready to ruin both of them. But when I barged into Penny’s room, she was already crying. Blubbering apologies I didn’t even ask for.
Only… it wasn’t about Silas.
Through her messy sobs, she confessed she wasn’t cheating with him—she was helping him plan a surprise proposal for me. The hoodie? She picked it out for my “dream engagement weekend” in the mountains. The fake flirting? Her “distraction plan” to throw me off.
I almost fainted from the guilt.
Except—hours later, still shaking, I couldn’t sleep. I pulled up the video again. This time, watching closer. Slower.
And there, tucked behind the car’s headrest in the blurry footage, was a flash of something else. A second girl. One Silas definitely didn’t mention.
The next morning, I called in sick to work. I couldn’t face anyone—not Silas, not Penny, not even myself. My mind kept replaying the video, trying to make sense of what I’d seen. Who was that other girl? Why hadn’t Silas said anything? And why did this feel so much worse than catching him with just one person?
By noon, I decided I needed answers. I texted Penny: Can we talk? Alone.
She showed up at the coffee shop twenty minutes later, looking like someone who’d been crying all night. “Tessa,” she started, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry about yesterday. I should’ve told you sooner—”
“Stop,” I cut her off, holding up a hand. “I get it. You were helping Silas. But… is there something else you’re not telling me?”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
I slid my phone across the table and played the video. When the second girl appeared briefly in the frame, Penny froze. Her face went pale.
“Oh no,” she whispered. “You saw her.”
“Who is she?” I demanded, my voice rising despite my attempt to stay calm.
Penny hesitated, then let out a shaky breath. “That’s Marcy. She’s… okay, hear me out before you freak out. She’s Silas’s ex-girlfriend.”
My heart sank. Of course it was an ex-girlfriend. Because why wouldn’t it be? Nothing about this situation could possibly get any more complicated—or humiliating—for me.
“She came back into town last month,” Penny continued. “She reached out to Silas because she needed help with rent. He felt bad for her, so he let her crash on his couch for a few days. That’s it, I swear.”
“Then why is she sneaking around in his car?” I asked, my voice sharper now. “Why didn’t he tell me about her?”
Penny looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously. “Because he was scared you’d overreact. And honestly, Tessa, after everything with your dad leaving when you were younger, I think he didn’t want to upset you.”
That hit a nerve. My parents’ divorce had left scars I never fully healed from, and Silas knew how much trust meant to me. Hearing Penny say he’d hidden Marcy to protect me felt like a slap in the face. If he cared so much about protecting me, why couldn’t he have just been honest?
“I need to talk to him,” I said finally, standing up. My legs felt wobbly, but I forced myself to move. “Alone.”
When I got home, Silas was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looked up as I walked in, his smile faltering when he saw my expression.
“Hey,” he said cautiously. “What’s wrong?”
I tossed my phone onto the coffee table, the video queued up. “Explain this.”
His face went white as he watched it. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, slowly, he set the phone down and sighed.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “You deserve the truth.”
He told me everything. About Marcy showing up unexpectedly, about letting her stay temporarily because she was struggling financially, about feeling guilty and unsure of how to handle it. He admitted that he’d lied by omission, thinking it would be easier if I didn’t know. Easier for him, not for me.
“But here’s the thing,” he added, his voice trembling slightly. “She left last week. She found a new place to live, and I haven’t heard from her since. What you saw in the video? That was the last time I saw her. I promise.”
I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the betrayal stung too much. Not just because of Marcy, but because of how easily he’d kept secrets from me.
“You should’ve told me,” I said softly. “Even if it was hard, even if you thought I’d overreact—you should’ve trusted me enough to be honest.”
He nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re right. I messed up. And I’ll spend every day making it up to you if you’ll let me.”
For the next few weeks, things between us were tense. I couldn’t shake the feeling of distrust, no matter how many times Silas apologized or tried to prove himself. Meanwhile, Penny became my lifeline, reminding me that relationships aren’t perfect and that forgiveness takes time.
One evening, as I sat on the couch flipping through old photos of Silas and me, Penny plopped down beside me. “Still thinking about it?” she asked gently.
I nodded. “Yeah. I love him, Penny. I really do. But I don’t know if I can ever trust him again.”
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Do you remember that time in college when you lent me your favorite sweater and I spilled coffee all over it? You forgave me, didn’t you?”
“That’s different,” I protested. “This isn’t just a ruined sweater.”
“No,” she agreed. “It’s bigger. But people make mistakes, Tessa. What matters is whether they learn from them—and whether you’re willing to give them a chance to grow.”
Her words stuck with me long after she left the room. Over the next few days, I thought about everything Silas had done to show he was sorry. The late-night talks where he listened without interrupting. The little notes he left around the apartment reminding me how much he loved me. The way he supported me during a tough project at work, even though he was juggling his own stress.
Slowly, painfully, I began to realize that forgiveness wasn’t about forgetting—it was about choosing to move forward together.
A month later, Silas surprised me with tickets to a cabin in the mountains—the same spot Penny had mentioned during her confession. As we drove up the winding road, the tension between us finally started to melt away.
When we arrived, he led me to a scenic overlook overlooking a sparkling lake. Turning to face me, he took both of my hands in his.
“Tessa,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I know I hurt you, and I’ll regret that for the rest of my life. But I want you to know that I’m committed to being better—for you, for us. Will you forgive me?”
Tears streamed down my face as I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered. “I forgive you.”
Relief washed over his features, and for the first time in weeks, we hugged like we used to—with no walls between us.
As we stood there, surrounded by nature’s beauty, I realized something important: love isn’t about avoiding mistakes. It’s about learning from them and growing stronger together.
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