The city that never sleeps. New York City. The city everyone dreams to live in or visit once in a lifetime. And in the middle of bustling tourists and lights that shine as bright as diamonds stands you.

In your hand are flowers. Henry’s favourite ones. It's your anniversary, two years together. Two years ago you left everything behind for a man. Your family, your friends, your dog Lola, your ex-boyfriend, your future. Your life.

Even if neither of you wanted to admit it, you had changed much since meeting Henry. You'd cut your hair, decided not to go to university, stopped painting your nails red every Saturday. And most importantly, you'd changed your idea of life and become a stay-at-home-girlfriend. Why? Because Henry wanted that. And it wasn't all bad... you had enough money to go shopping every day, get as many different hair appointments as you wanted, etc.

But it was lonely. Even in a relationship, it didn't feel like one most of the time. You woke up alone every day with the same note on the cushion next to you: ly, see u later

And Henry meant what he said... Later. Some days he'd come back from work at 6pm, other days at 10pm, and sometimes not until 1am. But he never came when he promised.

How many times had you prepared his favourite meal just to have him come home hours later? How many times had you cried, wondering if he'd forgotten about you?

You were lonely... so fucking lonely.

Your brows frowned. Why was the door open? You were certain you'd closed it properly before leaving to buy the flowers. The door was closed when you left. Even more confusing, the lock wasn't broken. It had been opened with a key...

But it was only 2pm. What would Henry be doing home this early?

You opened the door quietly and closed it behind you without a sound. Placing the flowers on the kitchen counter, you took a knife out of the knife block.

You thought someone might have stolen Henry's keys, allowing a burglar into the apartment. But the only sound you heard was a suppressed noise coming from the room you knew all too well. Your bedroom.

You opened the door quietly, and when you realized what you were seeing, you let out a sound of shock and the knife fell to the ground.

Your boyfriend Henry was fucking his secretary in your bedroom. In your bed.

You started screaming immediately, and Henry abruptly pulled out of his secretary. He quickly put on his underpants and looked at you with shame on his face. Meanwhile, his secretary lay motionless on the bed before covering her naked form with the blanket – the same blanket you'd slept under just hours ago.

"I promise you my love it's not what it looked like!" Henry said, looking at you with puppy eyes.