You love me, but what about her ?

Story Description :

Deception in love is like a dagger plunged deep into trust, leaving a scar that never fully heals. No matter how sincere an apology may be, it cannot erase the seeds of doubt that have taken root. True love is built on sincerity and respect; once deceit enters the picture, even the strongest bonds collapse, giving way to pain and separation.

Do you really expect me to turn a blind eye—to know everything and still pretend I know nothing?

I once told you that the most painful thing in this world is being betrayed by the person you love. So when I discovered there was another woman between us, try to imagine how deeply hurt and disappointed I was.

You didn't even wait for me to finish. The moment I brought her up, you immediately denied everything.

I told you I'd seen the two of you together. I'd seen the way you took care of her, the same way you used to take care of me.

But you quickly told me I was being paranoid. She was nothing more than an ordinary friend, you said. You loved only me.

You love me?

Then what about her?

The woman you've been hiding behind my back—I have caught the two of you together more than once, behaving like lovers.

And yet you continued treating me as though nothing had ever happened.

You still held me.

You still comforted me.

You still whispered that I was the only woman you loved.

How could you lie to me like that?

Can love really be divided?

Can a heart be split in two?

You still haven't done anything you could call a betrayal—except for the fact that you've been seeing her.

We would still be an ordinary couple if I had never discovered what was happening between you and her.

So tell me—after saying “I love you” to me every day, you went and said those same words to her too, didn't you?

Why would you do this to me?

I've told you before that the thing I fear most is betrayal.

You could stop loving me.

We could break up.

It would hurt, but I would rather face the truth than have you keep me in the dark while secretly seeing someone else.

Do you really expect me to turn a blind eye—to know everything and still pretend I know nothing?

But I can't do that.

I can't pretend.

No matter how much I still love you, no matter how much it hurts every single day knowing that you've deceived me, I cannot act as though nothing has happened.

I used to believe that love could overcome everything.

But once betrayal has been exposed, how can anything between us still be called love?

My friends have even told me to “deal with” her, and to “teach you a lesson” too.

But I don't think I need to do that.

Maybe you lost your way.

Maybe she tempted you.

But fighting over you is not something I need to do.

If you've already given your heart to someone else, there is nothing I can do to force it back to me.

I'm not going to make you choose.

Because I will never place myself on the same level as the other woman you've been secretly seeing.

I am your girlfriend openly and honestly.

Why should I compete with a woman you've been hiding away and put myself on display in front of you like some object waiting to be chosen?