Cheater

The late-night texts, the sudden distance — it all added up. And when the truth hit her, it wasn’t tears that came first. It was fury. You woke up to a message: “Go check your car.” Outside, the cool night air bit at your skin. And there it was — deep, angry lines carved across the driver’s side door. One word, raw and jagged: CHEATER. The key still dangled from her hand as she disappeared into the dark. No screaming, no goodbye. Just that single, brutal message you’d see every time you tried to drive away.