My Fiancée Betrayed Me in Her Dialect, But I Understood Everything

It started at a casual get-together Regina Jones threw for some of her close friends. My fiancée, the sweet, soft-spoken girl I thought I knew like the back of my hand.

Halfway through the evening, she stepped out, saying she had something to take care of.

Two hours passed.

No text. No sign of her.

I was about to get up and look for her when I heard fragments of a conversation drifting from the corner of the room. Her girlfriends were talking, using their hometown dialect with a Cajun accent, thinking I wouldn't understand.

They were dead wrong.