No Rest 27

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Chapter 27

And there it was. Tristan. The Tristan I thought I’d known. The man I thought was mine. Looking at her. His eyes locked onto hers in a way I hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. The warmth, the affection. The same way he used to look at me when we first started dating, when we fell in

love.

But that look… it wasn’t for me. It hadn’t been for a long time. I felt my chest tighten. My palms grew clammy. I couldn’t look away.

My mind was racing. A flood of thoughts collided, crashing into one another in a whirlwind of disbelief and horror.

How could I not have known? How had he managed to hide this from me for so long? My breath grew shallow as the truth clawed its way to the surface, raw and undeniable.

The open marriage–he hadn’t been asking for it on a whim. It hadn’t been some spur–of–the–moment decision, like he’d claimed. No. It was meticulously planned. A betrayal that he had been carrying out for two years, hidden right under my nose.

The weight of the revelation hit me all at once. It was like my whole world was falling apart, piece by piece. A slow burn, searing through me as the anger, hurt, and disbelief washed over me.

Two years. Two whole years of him lying to me. How many nights had he come home, acting everything was fine while living in another world with her? How many times had I looked into his eyes, searching for something that wasn’t even there?

The anger bubbled up inside me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. I was frozen. Every part of me wanted to throw my phone against the wall, to scream, to demand answers. But I couldn’t. I felt trapped. Trapped in this silent horror, watching my whole life shatter in front of me.

How had I been so blind? How had I let myself fall for all of his lies? Every small gesture, every sweet word… Was it all just an act? A part of the game he’d been playing with me while he built a life with someone else?

I opened my eyes again, my fingers trembling as I scrolled down. The more I looked, the more everything burned. They had been together. For two years. And now, I was here, alone, learning about it from a damn Instagram post. My heart cracked. It felt like every inch of me was splintering.

I wanted to call him, confront him, demand answers, but I knew I couldn’t. Not yet. I wasn’t ready for whatever he would say. Because no matter what came out of his mouth, it wouldn’t change the fact that this had been happening behind my back. That the man I loved–no, the man I thought I knew–had been living a double life for two years.

“Why did you even come to me with this idea, Tristan?” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. “What was the point?” I knew the answer aiready.

It wasn’t for us. It wasn’t about me not being able to give him what he needed. It was about him. It was about what he wanted. He had decided that Gabriella was the one he wanted, and no matter how much I begged, no matter how much I tried to hold on to the remnants of our life together, he had already made his choice.

It was like the years we spent together, the moments of laughter and love, meant nothing at all. The trust I’d built with him was nothing more than a foundation of sand, easily swept away. I couldn’t help but wonder–was I ever truly enough for him? Had I ever really been his priority, or was I just a placeholder until someone more exciting came along?

It was as if all the years of loyalty and trust didn’t count for anything. But that was the thing with Tristan, wasn’t it? He was always so focused on his own needs, his own desires, that he didn’t even care enough to see how much he was hurting me.