My Cheating Ex Thought I Was Poor, Now He's Begging

I found a box of used condoms on the nightstand in the master bedroom of the apartment Liam and I were supposed to share.

And only Liam and I had keys to this place.

What happened here was obvious.

Clutching the messy sheets on the bed, my hands wouldn't stop trembling.

Eight years of me pursuing him, two years of us dating – all a joke now.

I sent the photos to Liam, wanting to hear his explanation.

But he just brushed it off:

"My buddies all said a guy needs to have one last fling before marriage, otherwise there'll be no chance after we're married. Can't live with regrets, right?"