“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought everyone felt this way. That being in a relationship was hard for everyone, that it was normal to feel like you’re constantly struggling.
It wasn’t until I met Colin that I realized… it wasn’t supposed to be like that.”
I wiped a tear from my cheek. “You know, you could have just told me, Trent,” I said.
“But instead, you chose to cheat, to lie to me, and make me feel like I was the problem. Like it was my fault that everything was falling apart.”
Tears streamed down Trent’s face, and he wiped them with the back of his hand. “I…
I’m an idiot,” he said, his voice breaking. “I was so scared, and I thought hiding was the only way. I never wanted to hurt you, but I did.
I’m sorry. I still love you, Alison. I always will…
but not in the same way.”
I nodded, feeling a strange calm. “Not like you love Colin,” I said, my voice steady. “No,” he said, looking down.
“It doesn’t make anything right. I’m a complete jerk. I hurt you and Nora.
I know she senses something is wrong, even if she doesn’t understand. I’ve been weak.”
“But you don’t have to stay weak,” I told him. “If you want to make this right, you need to be honest.
With me, with Nora, and most importantly, with yourself. That’s the only way I can even start to think about forgiving you.”
Trent nodded, his shoulders slumping. “I’ll talk to Nora,” he said.
“She deserves the truth, and I’ll tell her.”
“Thank you,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “I won’t send the message to your family. Colin can handle Kira, and she doesn’t need to hear it from me.”
Trent’s eyes softened.
“Thank you, Alison. You don’t know how ashamed I am. Ashamed of who I am, and of everything I’ve put you through.”
I took his hand, squeezing it gently.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of who you are. You didn’t choose this, and I can accept that part of you. But what you did was wrong.
You chose to lie, and that’s not okay. I can support who you are, but forgiveness will take time.”
Trent pulled me into a hug, and I could feel him trembling. I was shaking too, and for a moment, we just stood there, holding each other.
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I had reached my limit. I was tired of the lies, the excuses, the constant hiding. That night, when Trent rushed out, I decided to follow him.
I kept my distance, hands tight on the steering wheel. He drove to Kira’s house. Anger surged through me.
Were you pretending all this time?” My throat felt tight, and I could feel tears starting to burn my eyes. “You lied to me.”
Trent took a deep breath, like he was preparing himself. “I’ve been lying to myself all my life,” he said.
“But instead, you chose to cheat, to lie to me, and make me feel like I was the problem. Like it was my fault that everything was falling apart.”
I’m sorry. I still love you, Alison. I always will…
When I tried to bring up how distant he seemed, he’d brush it off. “It’s just work,” he’d say. “I’m tired.” But that didn’t explain everything.
We were young, but we loved each other, and we wanted to make it work. Now, I wondered if Trent regretted it, if he wished things had turned out differently. I watched Kira join Trent and Colin by the grill.
No. I’m not cheating with Kira. I promise,” he said, then stood up and left, shutting the door behind him.
