Logan's eyes snapped open the minute she left the bed, her footsteps quiet against the plush carpet of their bedroom as she made her way into the bathroom for a late night shower. He'd been on the cusp of sleep when he'd heard a faint vibration against the wood of the bedside table; if it'd been unimportant she would've stayed still beside him, but the speed in which she reacted led him to one conclusion. It was her secret lover.
It killed him, deep inside, how he wasn't enough for her anymore. If he ever was.
Logan shook his head against the negative thoughts and instantly tried to purge them. Her cheating wasn't his fault, but something she was responsible for. Dr. Meyer had been explicit when he first approached the subject in their weekly sessions, how he could only be responsible for his own actions in their relationship. Of course, she'd also suggested he sit down and talk to his girlfriend about his suspicions, but his bravery curdled in his stomach whenever he even thought about talking to her about it.
And maybe that's was the true problem between them, their lack of communication. It was an ongoing problem spanning the years since high school when they'd buried themselves in each other to avoid thinking about the other issues in their lives. It wasn't healthy to be so co-dependent on one another, yet it wasn't something that could be changed. He was nothing without her, and he used to think she thought the same, though it was becoming increasingly apparent she didn't.
He rolled over to her side of the bed, took a deep breath, and turned on her phone. Normally Logan wouldn't dream of invading her privacy, but the burning in his heart couldn't be denied any longer. He had to know if his suspicions were correct.
The privacy swipe pattern was laughably easy and he clicked through the screen until he reached the most recent text message. The words scrolling across his vision were numbing and enraging at the same time, her flirty responses becoming more and more intimate until her responder had invited her to a midnight rendezvous at his apartment. She'd hidden his true identity behind a cutesy nickname so Logan had no idea what man in her life was stealing her away, and he flopped onto his back as he fought waves of nausea.
The shower squeaked off and he lay still when she crept through their darkened bedroom to the closet, lifting a few clothes from the hangers. They'd lived in the same apartment for four years now and she knew the outlay of the room so well she didn't need a light to dress. Logan opened his mouth a few times to say something and just couldn't bring himself to confront her no matter how much he knew he needed to.
The front door closing brought him from his thoughts and he immediately rolled over to his side to grab his phone. He might not be able to say anything, but he also knew he needed damning proof of her infidelity before he would be able to actually process the information. She knew about his father's numerous affairs that ultimately broke up his parents' marriage, and he couldn't believe she would be so cruel to do the same to him
The number highlighted on his screen was one he hadn't actually used in over a year, and a part of him hesitated at calling it. Logan knew once he unleashed the dogs of war, there would be no going back.
The ringing of the phone was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
A/N: This story was inspired by Chester See's "So Goodbye (This Time Lies Won't Explain) music video.
