There are things in life we expect to shake us: the death of a parent, the loss of a job, a phone call at 3 a.m. But betrayal—the romantic kind, the kind that starts in whispers and ends in revelations—has its own Richter scale.

It doesn’t just rattle the walls.

It tears through the foundation you didn’t even realize you were standing on. And what it leaves behind isn’t debris—it’s disorientation.

Because when the person you trusted with your body, your future, your family… lies with someone else, the first thing that fractures isn’t the relationship.

It’s you.

And then, here comes the part no one talks about: the expectation—spoken or not—that you’ll somehow want to have sex with the person who lit the match.