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The house was dark when I walked in.
Late again. Daniel Evans was probably pulling another all-nighter at the office—or at least, that's what he wanted me to think.
I slumped onto the couch and mindlessly scrolled through my social media feed. Then I froze.
Nathan Roscente had posted a photo—a casual group shot, Ethan Lopez front and center, his arm slung possessively around Daniel's shoulders. But it was his other hand that made my stomach drop.
It wasn't just resting on Daniel's thigh.
I zoomed in. His fingers were curled, gripping—
Daniel was beaming, his arm hooked around Ethan's waist like it belonged there. And in the corner, Nathan held a glass of wine, watching them with a smirk that said everything.
My chest tightened. Before I could stop myself, I fired off a message to Nathan: Is Ethan into men?
The reply came instantly: Yes. And between you and me, he and Daniel have been glued together lately. The other day, I walked in on them… getting creative in Daniel's office.
My vision blurred. The screen swam as my fingers fumbled over the keys: Do you have proof?
A series of photos popped up—Ethan and Daniel in increasingly compromising positions. One showed them naked, tangled together, mouths locked in a deep, hungry kiss.
My grip on the phone faltered. It nearly slipped from my fingers.
Nathan added: If you don't believe me, ask around at Daniel's company. It's an open secret. Just don't tell him I told you.
The words burned into my skull. Nathan wouldn't have faked these. Which meant—
It was all true.
I was his beard. His cover. His lie.
If Nathan hadn't exposed this, I might've wasted my entire life trapped in this hollow, loveless marriage.
Rage twisted inside me, sharp and venomous.
I should've cheated on him sooner. I should've made him hurt like he'd hurt me.
Then my phone rang. Oliver Langley, the delivery guy.
"Evelyn, you home? Got a package for you."
"Come up. Now."
The second he stepped inside, I grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. His eyes widened as I glared up at him.
"E-Evelyn? What's—"
"Oliver," I hissed, my voice raw. "Do you think I'm attractive? Do you want me?"
"You're—you're gorgeous. That's why I… last time, I—"
I didn't let him finish. I crushed my mouth against his, swallowing his words.
I wasn't drunk, but I felt shattered. Unhinged. I needed this—needed to lose myself in someone else, needed the reckless, messy high of revenge.
Years of forced celibacy had left me starving. Even after Nathan, guilt had gnawed at me.
How stupid I'd been.
Daniel had stolen my happiness. My life. My future.
And Oliver—young, eager, his hands already trembling against my waist—was more than willing to help me forget.
Late again. Daniel Evans was probably pulling another all-nighter at the office—or at least, that's what he wanted me to think.
I slumped onto the couch and mindlessly scrolled through my social media feed. Then I froze.
Nathan Roscente had posted a photo—a casual group shot, Ethan Lopez front and center, his arm slung possessively around Daniel's shoulders. But it was his other hand that made my stomach drop.
It wasn't just resting on Daniel's thigh.
I zoomed in. His fingers were curled, gripping—
Daniel was beaming, his arm hooked around Ethan's waist like it belonged there. And in the corner, Nathan held a glass of wine, watching them with a smirk that said everything.
My chest tightened. Before I could stop myself, I fired off a message to Nathan: Is Ethan into men?
The reply came instantly: Yes. And between you and me, he and Daniel have been glued together lately. The other day, I walked in on them… getting creative in Daniel's office.
My vision blurred. The screen swam as my fingers fumbled over the keys: Do you have proof?
A series of photos popped up—Ethan and Daniel in increasingly compromising positions. One showed them naked, tangled together, mouths locked in a deep, hungry kiss.
My grip on the phone faltered. It nearly slipped from my fingers.
Nathan added: If you don't believe me, ask around at Daniel's company. It's an open secret. Just don't tell him I told you.
The words burned into my skull. Nathan wouldn't have faked these. Which meant—
It was all true.
I was his beard. His cover. His lie.
If Nathan hadn't exposed this, I might've wasted my entire life trapped in this hollow, loveless marriage.
Rage twisted inside me, sharp and venomous.
I should've cheated on him sooner. I should've made him hurt like he'd hurt me.
Then my phone rang. Oliver Langley, the delivery guy.
"Evelyn, you home? Got a package for you."
"Come up. Now."
The second he stepped inside, I grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. His eyes widened as I glared up at him.
"E-Evelyn? What's—"
"Oliver," I hissed, my voice raw. "Do you think I'm attractive? Do you want me?"
"You're—you're gorgeous. That's why I… last time, I—"
I didn't let him finish. I crushed my mouth against his, swallowing his words.
I wasn't drunk, but I felt shattered. Unhinged. I needed this—needed to lose myself in someone else, needed the reckless, messy high of revenge.
Years of forced celibacy had left me starving. Even after Nathan, guilt had gnawed at me.
How stupid I'd been.
Daniel had stolen my happiness. My life. My future.
And Oliver—young, eager, his hands already trembling against my waist—was more than willing to help me forget.
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