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I woke up to find him using my phone. Hunched over. Whispers. Urgency. I don’t know what made me more upset; that she was on the other end or that he’d used my phone to contact her. They’d arranged the meet while I lay with my silent tears and crumbling heart. And he leaned over to kiss my cheek.. no.. to lay my phone back down next to me. Feet stepping into shoes. Deep breath. Click of a lock. And he went. He went into the night to meet her. And the bastard didn't even delete the call log. Remember to breathe woman.