Maybe some things were just not meant to be; life isn’t what we picture in our dreamland but completely the opposite. Life is like this: we need bad times to have good times, rainy days to have clear skies, experience failure to succeed, get sick to be healed and life that turns to death.

Every moment of your life counts. You might not see it, but everything you do secretly rebounds, and when it backfires you wish the earth could open an enormous hole and swallow you.

When we do things behind closed doors, typically we don’t think about consequences we could face after the cat is out of the bag. Well, I was living a complicated life. I can’t say I wasn’t happy. I had a good paying job, owned my car, rented a good apartment and had a loving and caring boyfriend. We were both working, so life was easy. Well, I thought it was easy too, but it wasn’t at all.

“No… no… not now…” I was dripping.

“Wake up babe, you’re dreaming,” he woke me up.

My clothes were wet with sweat, and I was shivering with fear of sleep talking. If it wasn’t for my deceitfulness I wouldn’t have been having sleepless nights. I swear I would have been the happiest lady in the world. The thought of breaking his heart was always my greatest fear; he never broke mine, never tried to do such a thing. He was honest, compassionate, devoted and mostly dedicated to me like no other man would be to his girl, which reminds me of the day we met.

“Hello there, mind if I sit next to you?” he had asked gently.

“Not at all. I am waiting for someone. Hopefully he’s going to be here any minute now,” I responded.

“Oh, well I usually come to this park with my son regularly; it reminds me of the good times we once shared.”

“Where is he now?”

“He suffered from an extremely dangerous disease, so he passed away seven months ago, but it still feels like yesterday. Although doctors tried everything, they could not save him. I still feel like I failed him,” his face turned red which was easy to recognise since he was light skinned.

“I’m deeply sorry; I didn’t mean to open up stitched wounds,” I hesitated to place my hand on his shoulder, but I did.

“Don’t worry about it, after all it’s not your fault. So, who are we waiting for?”

“Who are we?’’

“Yes us, since I am here to distress about work and other personal life problems.”

“My boyfriend,’’ I responded.

“Hope he won’t be mad when he finds me chilling with his woman.”

“No, don’t worry about it.”

‘’I suppose he is muscular,” he smiled.

“Wait…how did you know that?” I was curious.

“Do you expect me to believe that a healthy lady like you could possible date a chunky guy… meh, I don’t think so.”

“You know you are so funny,” I was laughing my lungs out.

“Tell me if I am lying.”

“Well you’re not, Mr. Know-it-all. We go to the gym together, but I work out for two and a half hours, and he does three to four hours. Can you believe that?” with my eyes extensively opened, I wanted him to say no.

“I do three to four hours too. Can you believe that?” he imitated how I speak.

“I don’t speak like that?” I laughed at the way he was imitating how I do things.

“Jasper, by the way,” he straightened his hand to shake.

“Melissa, but you can call me Mel,” I shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mel,” he smiled and shook my hand.

“Likewise, Jasper,” I said.

“So, I guess he is not coming. We’ve been here for two hours now, and it’s getting dark and cold because it’s winter season.”

“I think so too, but it’s nothing. I will take a taxi home,” I said.

“Or I could drive you home,” he said.

“Thank you, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“I refuse to be held responsible for you not arriving home safely. Please, I insist,” he pleaded.

“Ok, if you insist.”

“I parked over there.”

In the car we didn’t talk much, and we exchanged numbers.

“Thank you so much,” I said as we parked at my apartment.

“No, thank you for allowing me to take you home.”

“See you around then,” I said.

“See you around,” he said.

It was raining, so I rushed inside the house, hoping to see my boyfriend inside, but he wasn’t home. I thought that maybe he forgot that my car was in for service. I decided to call him. It went straight to voicemail. I was a bit worried; I tried to call his friends, but no one had an idea where he went. It was getting late now, but I knew I had to do something, and the choice I was left with, one choice, was to check his former place. I called my friend to take me there, and we did, and there he was, making love to another woman.

Tell us: What would you do if you caught your partner cheating?