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Story made by daisies🌼
We were walking back to our home when a thought suddenly popped into my head.
I've never really asked him how much he loves me. I always tell him how much I loved him but he never did the same.
"Love, how much do you really love me?" I asked as we walk down the stairs hand in hand.
"101 percent, baby" he winked at me and I laughed.
"101 percent? Isn't that a little off?" I laughed.
"Oh wait. Actually, maybe I love you 200 percent." he grinned at me.
"Are you just going to make it higher 'till I say I love you too?" I said as I smacked his elbow with mine.
"Maybe~" he smiled sheepishly.
"I love you." I said putting my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too, baby. If the max was a hundred percent, my love for you is so much more than that." he said as he kissed my forehead.
Everything was going so well between the two of us.
He wouldn't let any day pass by without saying that he loves me more than a hundred percent.
I still think it's a bit off but he always says that's because I'm so much more. Even better than perfect, he says.
It's hardly believable but I just let him sugarcoat me with words that are even too good to be true.
He always compliments me and make my heart all fluttery. Everyday, I felt loved and happy.
We were going strong and our relationship even reached to one year!
My birthday was coming up and he was being so secretive all of the of the sudden.
There's no doubt that he was preparing something for my birthday!
Maybe a surprise birthday party?
Ooh! Maybe even a birthday getaway to some luxurious resort!
Whatever it is, big or small. I'm excited for it!
Though, my birthday is still a month away. He's been going home so late from work and looks so tired. Is he planning something really big?
Is he saving up for something expensive?
I feel so bad. My poor baby has been wearing himself out lately.
"Baby, we'll be having a meeting quite far from home. I'll stay in a hotel for tonight." he says as he packs his stuff.
"May I know which hotel you're staying in?" I asked him as I fix his tie.
"Hmm. I haven't booked from one actually." he said closing his backpack.
"I'll book you a room, love." I said as I kissed him on the cheeks.
"Thanks, baby. I love you so much. 101 percent." he smiled genuinely.
Later that day, I packed some clothes to pay a surprise visit for him. It took me hours to reach the hotel.
I went to the hotel room I booked him. His meeting should end any minute now.
When I was about to enter the hotel room, I could hear music from inside. His meeting ended early?
I knocked, "Love? It's me, your baby. Your meeting ended early?"
But there were no responses. I'm guessing he didn't hear me since the music he's playing was so loud.
I turned the knob and opened the door. As I entered the room, I could see a trail of clothing pieces on the floor leading to...
... him on the bed kissing a woman.
I covered my mouth im shock as I watch them kiss not even realizing that I'm here.
"DOUCHEBAG!" I shouted, alerting them. The girl cover herself with the blanket embarrassed and he looked at me with eyes as big as saucers.
"HOW COULD YOU?!" I screamed at him with tears bursting out of my eyes. "Wait, baby-" I stormed out of the room before he could even finish.
I did not want to hear an apology! I was so angry! All this time, he wasn't preparing for my birthday! He was sleeping with another woman!
"Wait! Let me explain!" I could hear him rushing behind me. I quickly got in an elevator and started pressing buttons. I just want to get out of here!
He held the doors before they could close. "Wait, please. I'm sorry.." he said trying to look pitiful.
"LET GO YOU A**HOLE!" I screamed at him. "I thought you were working late for extra money for my birthday! But now I know, you were just making out with some girl!"
"Baby, please. I'm sorry. You know I love you. 101 percent..."
I've had enough. I should have known. He was deceiving me!
I mean, COME ON! 101 PERCENT?! It's all a STATISTICAL DECEPTION!
"101 percent?! SERIOUSLY?! JUST STOP! You look so stupid right now! Look at you! Barely even dressed!" I kicked him as hard as I could making him fall, letting go of the doors.
"Goodbye." I said coldy as the doors slowly close.
I fall to the floor crying. How could he do this to me?! I thought we were doing so well.
And this is why I should have never believed at something that was too good to be true!
For all I know, It could be just another Statistical Deception.