Years ago I was engaged to a woman who I thought would always be faithful
to me. One morning I knew in my heart that something was going on with her
and somebody else.

That same evening I arranged to leave work at 9PM instead of my usual 11PM.
We lived in an apartment complex, and as I climbed the stairs, I kept saying to
myself, it's just my imagination...there's nothing to worry about.

I turned the key in the lock, but the deadbolt was set, and my heart started to
sink (we always used only the lower lock). I quietly turned the deadbolt, and
slowly pushed the front door open, trying to be as quiet as possible.

I passed the kitchen on my right, and when I saw a pair of men's underwear on
the floor, that was the beginning of my silent scream.

I moved toward the bedroom on the left and I heard a moaning sound.
"Ungh......ungh.....ungh.....ungh"

My brain went into panic mode.

I pushed open the bedroom door and switched on the light, and it took a
seconds to focus on the scene.

The first thing I saw was a white guy's naked ass on top of my fiancee's naked
body. The sound I had heard before was my fiancee grunting while he fucked her.

Sometimes people say that they're sorry, or words to that effect. Here's what
my fiancee said: "I've never been so humiliated."

She got tired of the subject of her cheating on me, sometimes cutting me off with
"yeah, I fucked that guy" with a here-we-go-again-with-this-shit tone of voice.

Years passed, and she sent me a very flattering email message, telling me
(more or less) what a great guy I am (thanks a lot).

Why was I involved with her? It was a case of temporary insanity on my part.

I pray to God that I never see that cold-hearted evil woman ever again.

Oh by the way, I nominate myself as the biggest fool I've ever met.

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