At first, Amanda just felt a strange emptiness. John was there, but when it came to the future, he seemed to disappear – he would change the subject, joke, or say that “it’s not time yet.” After a year of dating, she finally dared to ask directly:

— Do you even imagine us getting married?

John looked away, and after a pause, he answered honestly:

— I’m not sure I’m ready for such a step.

It hurt, but Amanda decided not to press.

And indeed, a few months later, John invited her to a romantic dinner. That evening, he was unusually serious. He took her hand, apologized for his indecision, and took out a box with a ring.

— I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?

She said “yes” through tears of joy.

The wedding was exactly what she had dreamed of. Amanda believed that now their real, familiar story was beginning.

But gradually John began to stay out more and more often.

“You seem to have taken a liking to a certain coffee shop in the center,” she once said half-jokingly. “Starbucks?”

“I just go there after work. It relaxes me,” he answered indifferently.

He began to return later; sometimes he smelled of someone else’s perfume, and in the pockets of his jacket, more and more often, there were receipts from the same coffee shop.

“Why is coffee so expensive?” she whispered.

And then she decided to go there herself.

The coffee shop turned out to be stylish and cozy. Amanda ordered a drink and sat in a corner. A few minutes later, John came in. A young blonde woman worked behind the counter, smiling and lively. They talked too casually.

Amanda began to come there from time to time, sitting in different places. And every time she saw the same thing: laughter, conversations, looks that didn’t look “just friendly.”

One day, she wrote a short note:

“Do you know that John is married?”

And asked another waitress to pass it on to the same barista, Emily.

That same night, Amanda couldn’t hold it in:

— John, I know everything. About the coffee shop. About the tip. About Emily. Are you cheating on me?

He denied it. He said she had misunderstood everything. He asked her to calm down.

But the doubt no longer gave her peace.

When he fell asleep, Amanda took his phone. And almost immediately found the contact: “Sweetheart.”

The messages left no room for illusions.

The following conversation was short and cold.

— I can’t just disregard this. You broke what was between us.

She went to live with a friend.

John wrote. Called and asked to talk.

They met in a neutral place and talked for a long time. About mistakes. About pain. About the chance to fix everything.

But even after this conversation, Amanda understood: trust had not returned.

A few days later, she said:

— I thought. I want a divorce.

John was broken. But he accepted her decision.

They divided things, closed joint affairs, and went their separate ways.

After the divorce, Amanda moved to a new apartment. And so that the house would not be so empty, she took a cat from the shelter.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt that she was starting a new life. Not perfect. But honest.