His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Beg! - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

That evening, Derek swept through my apartment like a detective, checking every corner, every closet, behind every piece of furniture. No hidden cameras, no creepy stalker lying in wait.
To make sure the psycho couldn't get back in, we installed tiny security cameras in strategic spots throughout the place.
"Beth, these are all synced to my phone. If anything weird happens, I'll know immediately."
I nodded, but my nerves were still completely shot.
Derek heated up some chamomile tea and gave me a full-body massage to help me chill out.
I kissed him gratefully. Thank God nothing else happened that night.
The next day at work was a total disaster.
My anxiety was through the roof, and I couldn't focus on anything. Even simple proposal reviews felt impossible.
That afternoon, my boss Mr. Patterson slammed a thick folder onto my desk.
"Are you brain-dead? How do you screw up something this basic? We just lost a ten-million-dollar contract!"
I stared at the red circles marking my mistakes in horror. I'd completely botched the pricing, costing us the biggest bid of the year.
Patterson's face was purple with rage. "Do you have any idea how many people were counting on this project for their bonuses? The entire team just wasted three months of work!"
I hung my head in shame, having no defense.
My coworkers shot me dirty looks, whispering loud enough for me to hear.
"She's been acting totally sketchy lately... mumbling to herself like she's talking to ghosts or something."
"Probably faking it. Maybe she's corporate espionage, trying to tank our company... Always dressed like she's heading to a strip club instead of the office."
Patterson cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "My office. Now. We need to talk privately."
He pulled the blinds shut and stepped way too close.
"Beth, I've always seen potential in you... But the way things are going, HR could fire you tomorrow."
His hand landed on my shoulder.
I jerked away, glaring at him in disgust.
"Keep your hands to yourself!"
Patterson's smile turned predatory. "Don't play innocent with me. Play nice, and I might be able to save your job. Otherwise..."
Rage exploded through me. Could this perverted creep be my stalker?
His eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my skirt.
When his hand moved toward my thigh, I grabbed his fingers and twisted hard.
"Ow! Stop!"
I released him, and his face turned bright red with fury.
"You're dead! I'm going to destroy you!"
He raised his hand to hit me, so I grabbed his coffee mug and hurled it at his face.
"Go to hell, you sick freak! You're the stalker, aren't you?!"
The mug smashed into his forehead, blood streaming down his face.
Patterson screamed for security, but by the time they arrived, so had the police.
At the police station, Patterson's wife burst into the mediation room like a human wrecking ball.
She grabbed Mr. Patterson by the ear.
"Harassing female employees again? Did you not learn your lesson last time?"
"Wednesday you spent all night begging me to forgive you, and now you pull this shit again?" Mr. Patterson's face contorted in pain, but he didn't dare fight back.
I froze. Wednesday? That was the night I got stalked.
My blood ran cold.
If it wasn't this disgusting pervert, then who the hell was watching me?
When Derek finally showed up to get me, I broke down crying the moment I saw him.
He pulled me close and whispered in my ear.
"Don't say anything here... Let's go home. I caught something on camera."