So, falling out of love really does happen in an instant.

Since that day, Evan and I had been sleeping in separate rooms. Even though we still saw each other every day, I remained cold and distant toward him.

When he was in a good mood, he would try to reconcile, speaking to me gently, as if he were granting me a favor that I was obligated to accept.

When he wasn't, he accused me of being ungrateful. How laughable.

I asked him for the car and pulled up the dash cam footage. Turns out, the two of them had been sneaking around for a long time—at least since last...