Saying that I am bored would be an understatement. It had been five minutes since I managed to bring the two of them together, and it was already a disaster...for me.

I had not expected them to get along so well. They had more similarities than the two of us ever had in our eight-year-long relationship. We had similar personalities. We both were considered 'grumpy' and 'rude' when actually it was not that deep. We expressed our emotions differently than others, except that we disagreed on everything. He preferred the outdoors, while I liked the comfort of my home. He hated spicy food while I lived for it. Despite being a person who liked keeping to himself, he was smart enough to know where socializing would benefit him. At the same time, I was straightforward and did not care who I was talking to and what benefit they brought me.

I lacked almost everything he needed, whereas she was everything he needed. Suddenly I felt a pang of jealousy at that thought. That surprised me because when our relationship was not falling apart, I had never felt this way. I was very secure and knew I could protect everything I had and that if I could not defend it, it did not belong to me. Even though we never expressed love openly, he always found ways of making it clear that he only wanted me. He had given me all his passwords, not that I asked for. That means I had 24/7 access to his phone and could get hold of his secrets quickly unless he had a burner phone.

I was not paying much attention to what they were discussing, but a few of her words caught my attention.

"Are you free tomorrow night?" She asked seductively, and he was actually thinking about it.

"I think so...I am not sure. I will talk to my secretary about my schedule and get back to you." His words increase that ache in my chest. It was clear that she was asking him out. He has met more seductive girls. There was no way he did not catch onto her intentions.

I had no idea why I was hurting so badly. I couldn't cry in public or walk away because that would make my jealousy pretty obvious.

I waited for him to finish his conversation with a heavy heart for the rest of the night. I wanted to talk to him about this on the way home, but I did not have the guts to start this conversation. So I just waited for my heart to slowly shatter into more pieces.