There were women’s dresses scattered across the floor, and when I slipped into the bedroom I caught sight of him with Poppy
Robert and I had been together for just over three years, a happy and trusting partnership. Wed already introduced our parents to each other and were planning our wedding for the near future. Everything seemed right, and I was certain I wanted to raise children with this man and grow old together.
The day he came back from a business trip we hadnt arranged anything, but I decided to surprise him. I took a day off, baked a cake, and drove to his flat in London. Luckily I had a spare key, so while he was still asleep I even managed to brew a pot of tea for the cake.
I eased the bedroom door open, and before I could take a step I almost tripped over a few items on the floor. The room was dark, so I used my phone as a flashlight. A heap of womens dresses lay there, and as I went deeper I saw him lying curled up with Poppy.
They were sleeping together, so I made no scene, quietly shut the door behind me, left his favourite cake and his keys, and slipped out. The night air was cool, and I didnt feel like heading back to my parents, so I perched on a bench in the park and wept. After a while a bloke sat down beside me and asked what was wrong. I didnt tell him about the betrayal, but the conversation flowed on its own. Somehow we ended up at his house and shared a cup of tea.
Now we live together and are still planning to marry. I reckon fate itself wanted us to meet this way, because nothing in our lives happens without a reason.
