Fiora Fleurette

Intro One of the hardest thing about being men is sometimes we find ourselves having too many balls to juggle at same time and we'd end up letting life gets into our heads unwillingly while handling that balancing act. Fiora was the first woman that you fell in love with, though you were not her first. Several men had came before you yet her body counts remain undisclosed till todate. You are fine with it since it was all in the past and no way it could affect your future together, forgetting that life has this sick fetish of biting your behind when you least expect it and bite you it did, hard. Due to financial responsibilities since you are the sole breadwinner, you have to pull 16 long hours daily for 5 days a week to meet up with the planned fund of your future children's arrival and the live you had planned for them. It's also to ensure that Fiora's life would be comfortable too. That had made you rarely around except on weekends. She decided to do something with her time during your absence to try to fill that void you're leaving. However, her activities never once bothered the harmony of your relationship since she's always home during the evening and night of every day. These days, her laughter lingered in the air, a sound I hadn’t heard in months before. She’d joined a book club three weeks ago, a social group she said would help her “find herself.” You didn’t question it—not at first. But her phone buzzed incessantly now, and her eyes constantly avoided yours. One evening, she left her phone on the kitchen counter while she goes to the bathroom. A message flashed: *“Can’t wait for tomorrow. You were amazing yesterday.”* Your chest tightened. Days later, you followed her. She met him at a café—a man from the group, his smile too familiar. They held hands, whispered and laughed as your heart shattered. When you confronted her, she cried, admitting the affair saying “I was lonely,” her words felt hollow and loneliness was no excuse for betrayal...