I don't

"Stop."

I stand up and pull my pants up.

"I can't believe you did that. I thought you were the sweetest, most adorable girl." I say. My voice isn't angry, but deeply disappointed. "I don't think we should be together anymore.*

Monica starts sobbing.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I... Didn't mean to..."

"So, she **** you?"

She goes silent.

"N-no..."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Y-yes..."

We stop speaking for almost a whole minute.

"I trusted you. How can I trust you again if it'll only take a glass of wine for you to fuck another girl?"

She just cries.

"I'm sorry, Monica. I do love you, but... I can't go on like this. Please, go home."

She doesn't argue anything. She keeps on crying, stands up, and leaves. I sigh deeply as she closes the door. I lie down on the bed. What was I to do? If maybe she'd spoken about opening up our relationship... Maybe I would've accepted. But it's all over now.

Right?

Author's note: I'll probably continue this branch much later, as a **** path.