Unfaithful Until The End

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l his wife about?" I tilted my head. "On our anniversary?" She looked away. I didn't have time for this. Without another word, I walked past her desk and toward the elevator. I didn't need permission-not in this building. I had given Lucas everything. The least I deserved was respect. As the elevator rose to the executive floor, I clutched the cake box tighter, trying to calm the strange tension crawling up my spine. Don't overthink it. It's just nerves. But the moment I stepped out, everything shattered. "Will you sleep over at my place tonight?" a woman's voice said, soft and sweet. I froze. "I can't," Lucas replied. "Have you forgotten what today is?" My heartbeat thundered in my ears. That voice-I knew it. Too well. I walked slowly down the hall, each step heavier than the last. His office door was slightly open. And then I saw them. Lucas. And Vanessa. My best friend. My college roommate. The woman who helped me pick my wedding dress. Her hands rested on his chest, her head tilted toward him like this wasn't the first time-like it was routine. Something inside me went cold. The cake slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. Vanessa turned to me-not with guilt, not with shame-but with indifference. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, my voice hollow. She scoffed. "I think it's time you tell her everything, Lucas." Then she walked past me, brushing my shoulder as if I were nothing more than a stranger. "Lucas?" I whispered, staring at him. "Tell me what?" He rubbed t