Years into Our Relationship, I Discovered I Was the Other Man

Summary

Everyone said my girlfriend was a sugar baby, hooking up with some rich guy, but I always brushed it off.

Then, when I saw Anya get into that Range Rover for the fifth time, my certainty wavered. I followed her.

I nearly broke down, confronting her, my voice raw:

“Why? Who is he?!”

She tried to calm me.

“Babe, don’t overthink. He’s just a friend.”

I roared furiously:

“Just a friend? No way! I saw everything! How much longer were you planning to keep this from me?!”

Seeing my genuine anger, she took my hand, her voice barely a whisper: