It was a cold and cloudy day in the bustling town. I was out shopping with my best friend, Louise, who had spent the past half-hour complaining about how much she hated shopping.“Ugh, why are we even here?”she groaned, shivering slightly against the chill in the air.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore her as we walked along the crowded streets, the sounds of vendors calling out and shoppers chatting creating a constant buzz around us. I hoped she’d eventually shut up. But then, out of nowhere, Louise stopped dead in her tracks.“Oh... fuck.”She cursed under her breath, her breath visible in the cold air as her expression shifted from irritation to something far more serious.

I turned to her, confused and slightly concerned, only to follow her gaze across the street. My stomach dropped like a stone. There, at a small café table bathed in warm golden light that contrasted sharply with the gray day outside, sat my boyfriend—holding hands with the girl he swore was just a friend. And before I could even process that betrayal, I saw it—my boyfriend leaning in and kissing her, the steam from their mugs curling gently between them.

Louise’s eyes darkened with fury as she balled her gloved hands into fists.“Oh, hell no!”she shouted, marching toward the café with purpose in her step. The couple looked up, guilt flashing across his face like a storm cloud as he realized he’d been caught.

But before Louise could do anything, I grabbed her arm, my fingers tightening around her jacket sleeve, holding her back. Without a word, I turned and walked away, the weight of betrayal heavy in my chest.