Until a couple of months ago I thought that I (29F) was in a happy relationship with my fiancé, Scott (28M). That changed when he didn’t come home after a work night out. I was worried about him so I phoned some of his friends in the morning. They didn’t know where he was or at least didn’t want to tell me. Eventually the girlfriend of one of his colleagues who had been with them told me that he had gone home with Kimberley, the office slut, whom Scott had previously told me was notorious for having slept with half the guys in the company. I was stunned and refused to believe it.
When he eventually came home I asked where he’d been. He told me he’d slept at his friend Josh’s place. I told him I’d phoned Josh and he hadn’t seen him. *”Did you have fun fucking Kimberley?”* I bawled. He panicked and stumbled for an excuse. *”Get out!”* I screamed and threw the first thing that came to hand at him.