He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 115: Chapter 115
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After all these years clawing my way through corporate bullshit, after every sabotage, backstab, and boardroom ambush—I thought I'd seen it all.
I thought I'd built up immunity to drama.
But seeing my boyfriend of six years cheat right in front of me?
Yeah, that almost broke me.
My face must've gone ghost white, 'cause Jace looked genuinely freaked.
Didn't even try to speak at first.
But Blaire? Oh, she was quick with the performance.
She gave me that fake-ass smile and said,
"Oh, you must be Sloane!"
"Don't take this the wrong way—we're just old college buddies catching up."
Jace jumped in like it was his lifeline,
"Yeah, babe, it's just a misunderstanding. Nothing's going on."
I looked Blaire straight in the face and laughed.
"My mom didn't give birth to anything that basic."
"Don't call me ‘sis'—you're not even on the same planet."
I guess that cut a little too deep, because now Jace was pissed.
"Sloane Whittaker!"
Blaire grabbed his arm like she was some saint,
"Don't get mad. Sloane's young. She just doesn't know better. I'm not offended."
Jace didn't even look at her.
"Sloane Whittaker, how could you say something like that?"
"You're seriously just gonna accuse people with no proof?"
Blaire's smug little smirk nearly cracked her face open.
I wouldn't be surprised if she broke into applause.
I was done with the acting.
I pulled out my phone, opened my DMs, and shoved it right in her face.
"Oh? So the one barking in my inbox wasn't you?"
She went pale in under a second.
Didn't expect me to pull the receipts, huh?
Green tea bitch trying to outmaneuver me? Please.
Jace leaned in to look and his jaw legit dropped.
He turned to Blaire, stunned.
She scrambled to explain herself.
I didn't wait around for Act Two.
Let them finish their little drama without me.
I thought I'd built up immunity to drama.
But seeing my boyfriend of six years cheat right in front of me?
Yeah, that almost broke me.
My face must've gone ghost white, 'cause Jace looked genuinely freaked.
Didn't even try to speak at first.
But Blaire? Oh, she was quick with the performance.
She gave me that fake-ass smile and said,
"Oh, you must be Sloane!"
"Don't take this the wrong way—we're just old college buddies catching up."
Jace jumped in like it was his lifeline,
"Yeah, babe, it's just a misunderstanding. Nothing's going on."
I looked Blaire straight in the face and laughed.
"My mom didn't give birth to anything that basic."
"Don't call me ‘sis'—you're not even on the same planet."
I guess that cut a little too deep, because now Jace was pissed.
"Sloane Whittaker!"
Blaire grabbed his arm like she was some saint,
"Don't get mad. Sloane's young. She just doesn't know better. I'm not offended."
Jace didn't even look at her.
"Sloane Whittaker, how could you say something like that?"
"You're seriously just gonna accuse people with no proof?"
Blaire's smug little smirk nearly cracked her face open.
I wouldn't be surprised if she broke into applause.
I was done with the acting.
I pulled out my phone, opened my DMs, and shoved it right in her face.
"Oh? So the one barking in my inbox wasn't you?"
She went pale in under a second.
Didn't expect me to pull the receipts, huh?
Green tea bitch trying to outmaneuver me? Please.
Jace leaned in to look and his jaw legit dropped.
He turned to Blaire, stunned.
She scrambled to explain herself.
I didn't wait around for Act Two.
Let them finish their little drama without me.
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