Posted His Affair Online, Now the Cops Want Him - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Hearing that familiar gentle voice, I froze for a moment before smiling bitterly. "Mr. Wright, we broke up. Remember?"
"Stop being dramatic! I'm already apologizing - what more do you want?" Bob's voice crackled through the phone, thick with irritation.
This was his pattern - flirt with Lucy, vanish when I got upset, then reappear days later pretending nothing happened. And like a fool, I'd always forgiven him. Looking back now, I cringed at my own naivety.
"The lease ends next week. I'm moving out. Come get your things."
"Are you insane? Where am I supposed to live?"
"Not my problem anymore." I hung up and blocked his new number immediately.
His text came through seconds later: [I'll meet you at your office at 6. Stop overreacting - Lucy's just a friend.]
Though my shift ended at six, I lingered until ten. Not for reconciliation, but closure. I'd wasted enough years on Bob - I wasn't about to lose money too. When he never showed, I cabbed home.
My best friend Lisa's message pinged: [Scarlet check this out! That homewrecker's at it again! So trashy!]
The screenshot showed Lucy's latest post - Bob cooking with the caption: [A man who cooks is SO attractive. Real husband material.]
I typed slowly: [Perfect. May they rot together happily.]
Lisa suddenly changed gears: [OMG you won't believe what I just learned from Lucy's old roommate! Her "infertility"? Actually from multiple abortions! That rich ex dumped her because she kept cheating. Guess how many times she betrayed Bob?]
I smirked. [Serves him right for keeping his ex around while dating me.]
[Exactly! They deserve each other. Dodged a bullet there, girl!]
My takeout arrived just as the doorbell rang. Of course - Bob bringing Lucy home again. How many times had I lost my temper over this scene? Now I just pitied them.
Bob watched me unpack dinner, guilt flashing across his face. "Lucy had stomach pains. You know she's not as tough as you..."
"Mm-hmm."
"It's not what you think—"
Lucy cut in with her signature fake innocence: "Scarlet's so lucky! Five years of Bob cooking for her, and she still complains?" Her doe eyes brimmed with fake admiration while radiating smugness.
Predictably, Bob snapped: "Enough! Stop causing trouble!"
I gave a cold laugh. "Funny - he cooked maybe once a month for me." Today's meal? Pure guilt over getting caught with Lucy.
Pulling out an itemized bill, I shoved it at Bob. "Wire this by week's end."
His pupils dilated in panic. "You're misunderstanding everything!"
"Oh I understand perfectly. Everyone does."
"Why are you being like this?"
Silently, I grabbed my food, retreated to my room, and locked the door. Bob's muffled cursing blended with Lucy's poisoned honey voice: "Her temper's unbearable. Poor Bob..."
"Whatever. She'll never leave me." Lucy's triumph was palpable. "Take me to karaoke? Sing for me?"
The slam of the front door finally brought peace.
"Stop being dramatic! I'm already apologizing - what more do you want?" Bob's voice crackled through the phone, thick with irritation.
This was his pattern - flirt with Lucy, vanish when I got upset, then reappear days later pretending nothing happened. And like a fool, I'd always forgiven him. Looking back now, I cringed at my own naivety.
"The lease ends next week. I'm moving out. Come get your things."
"Are you insane? Where am I supposed to live?"
"Not my problem anymore." I hung up and blocked his new number immediately.
His text came through seconds later: [I'll meet you at your office at 6. Stop overreacting - Lucy's just a friend.]
Though my shift ended at six, I lingered until ten. Not for reconciliation, but closure. I'd wasted enough years on Bob - I wasn't about to lose money too. When he never showed, I cabbed home.
My best friend Lisa's message pinged: [Scarlet check this out! That homewrecker's at it again! So trashy!]
The screenshot showed Lucy's latest post - Bob cooking with the caption: [A man who cooks is SO attractive. Real husband material.]
I typed slowly: [Perfect. May they rot together happily.]
Lisa suddenly changed gears: [OMG you won't believe what I just learned from Lucy's old roommate! Her "infertility"? Actually from multiple abortions! That rich ex dumped her because she kept cheating. Guess how many times she betrayed Bob?]
I smirked. [Serves him right for keeping his ex around while dating me.]
[Exactly! They deserve each other. Dodged a bullet there, girl!]
My takeout arrived just as the doorbell rang. Of course - Bob bringing Lucy home again. How many times had I lost my temper over this scene? Now I just pitied them.
Bob watched me unpack dinner, guilt flashing across his face. "Lucy had stomach pains. You know she's not as tough as you..."
"Mm-hmm."
"It's not what you think—"
Lucy cut in with her signature fake innocence: "Scarlet's so lucky! Five years of Bob cooking for her, and she still complains?" Her doe eyes brimmed with fake admiration while radiating smugness.
Predictably, Bob snapped: "Enough! Stop causing trouble!"
I gave a cold laugh. "Funny - he cooked maybe once a month for me." Today's meal? Pure guilt over getting caught with Lucy.
Pulling out an itemized bill, I shoved it at Bob. "Wire this by week's end."
His pupils dilated in panic. "You're misunderstanding everything!"
"Oh I understand perfectly. Everyone does."
"Why are you being like this?"
Silently, I grabbed my food, retreated to my room, and locked the door. Bob's muffled cursing blended with Lucy's poisoned honey voice: "Her temper's unbearable. Poor Bob..."
"Whatever. She'll never leave me." Lucy's triumph was palpable. "Take me to karaoke? Sing for me?"
The slam of the front door finally brought peace.
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