UPDATE: My (F23) found out my partner (M26) has been cheating and I haven’t told him I know for the last 7 months.

First part is on my page
Tldr below

I finally moved out early in the morning, right after he left for work. It was his place, and I didn’t have much to begin with, so the move was easy. I’d been slowly filling up my new place over the past month, getting everything ready so I could leave without a hassle.

A lot of you suggested I ghost him but I couldn’t. That’s just not me. I don’t like disappearing on people, even when they deserve it. So instead, I came back that evening and waited for him to get home from work around 7pm. I was nervous, but also kind of relieved for it all to finally be over.

When he walked in, I was sitting at the dining table wearing my coat. He immediately sensed something was off. He asked me where I was going, and I told him, “Home.” He laughed and said, “But you are home,” clearly trying to play it off but he could tell something was up.

Then I sent everything I’d been collecting screenshots, videos, all of it to his WhatsApp. He looked confused and asked why I was texting him. And then he opened the messages. I watched the color drain from his face. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but I did. He went pale, breathing heavily, and just placed his phone on the table, staring at me like I was a ghost. I didn’t say anything just watching him.

Then came the begging. He grabbed my hand, apologized over and over, said he “didn’t mean to cheat,” claimed he ended it three months ago, that “she meant nothing,” and how much he loves me and wants to marry me.

I told him we’re never getting married. It’s over. And I didn’t say anything else.

That’s when he broke down crying like a child. I was honestly disgusted. I stood there watching him on his knees, clutching my legs, begging for forgiveness, and I felt… nothing. No sympathy. No sadness. Just done. I was completely checked out. I didn’t want to say much to him. I just felt numb and it felt pointless.

Eventually, he turned into this emotional, sweaty, sobbing mess. When he went to the bathroom, I grabbed my last backpack and left. It’s finally over. I’m grateful I don’t love him anymore. It was an unconventional way to get over someone but it worked for me

Thank you for all of the kind messages.

TLDR I moved out whilst he was at work and then came back to show him the evidence and ended it. He broke down. Then I left.