I always loved the way he smelled after coming back from the gym; it was distinctly him. But one day, he came home with a scent that wasn’t his – a floral perfume that clung to him, alien and intrusive. My suspicions led me down a path I wish I hadn’t traveled, revealing a betrayal I couldn’t unsee. We parted ways, not with anger, but with a sorrowful acceptance. The memory of that scent lingered, a poignant reminder of what we had lost.
