Posted His Affair Online, Now the Cops Want Him - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Lucy's sugary voice whined through the phone.
"Bob, I'm starving, and my stomach's killing me. Hurry back to the hotel!"
A flicker of concern crossed Bob's face.
"I'll be there soon. Just ask someone to grab your meds first."
"But I don't even know what to get! You're the one who always handles this stuff. Ugh—it hurts so bad!"
Lucy's voice sharpened with frustration, and Bob softened his tone, trying to calm her.
But Lucy wasn't having it.
She let out a derisive sniff, accused him of being heartless, and slammed the phone down.
Bob sighed. "She's hopeless. Can't even manage basic meds for gastroenteritis." His voice was flat, but the crease in his brow gave him away.
My chest tightened.
"So not only did you visit me, you brought Lucy along. Sharing a hotel too, huh?"
Bob's eyes widened, and he backpedaled fast.
"No! She's just been stressed lately—wanted a change of scenery."
I let out a bitter laugh.
Five years together, and he'd never taken me on a trip.
But when Lucy was in a mood? Suddenly, he was her personal tour guide.
"Need a getaway?"
"I'll take you to the beach."
"Want to go overseas? I'll clear my schedule."
Endless patience for her tantrums. Meanwhile, if I was upset? I was just "overreacting."
"Cut it out. Work's already draining me."
The writing was on the wall.
"Go. She'll freak out if you're late," I said, icy.
Bob dragged a hand through his hair. "She's a train wreck. If she keeps this up, she'll end up hospitalized. I'll swing by tomorrow, okay?"
I waved him off. "Don't bother."
He opened his mouth to argue—then his phone buzzed again. Muttering reassurances to Lucy, he bolted.
The next day? No Bob.
By day three, I was trudging out of work at 10 PM—only to find him waiting at the door, gift in hand.
"Spent yesterday at the hospital with Lucy. She's better now. And Scarlet—we booked separate rooms. Always have."
Funny. He'd never felt the need to clarify that before.
Now? It just grated.
"Cool."
"You still mad?"
"About what?"
"I swear, nothing's going on with her—"
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Truth was, I didn't care anymore.
"I know the truth, Bob."
His expression faltered. "You're... different lately."
A wry smile tugged at my lips. "What was I before, in your head? Some shrill, irrational nag?"
Silence.
"Bob, I'm exhausted."
He flinched like I'd struck him.
I swallowed the rest, turned toward the elevator—
And for the first time, panic flashed in his eyes.
"Scarlet, I'll cut her off. Just—just trust me. I'll send her home tonight!"
Once, I'd have clung to those words.
Now? Empty noise.
As the elevator doors slid open, his arms locked around me from behind.
"Scarlet, I get it now. That bill you pulled out? You were making a point. I shouldn't have invited those guys over without asking. I'm sorry."
"Mm."
His grip tightened. "Why does it feel like... I'm losing you?"
I peeled his fingers away one by one—then froze.
A pink hair tie circled his wrist.
My voice came out quiet. "You can't let her go, Bob. Everyone sees it. You're in love with Lucy."
He recoiled. "I can fix this—"
"But I'm done."
I stepped inside. The doors closed on his stricken face.
For days, he shadowed me—to work, back home, playing the doting boyfriend.
Anna cornered me mid-coffee.
"People don't change, Scarlet. Don't cave. You'll regret it."
I squeezed her hand. "I know."
I just needed one final push to walk away from five wasted years.
Then Friday rolled around. Bob caught me at the office exit, eyes pleading.
"Scarlet... tomorrow's my birthday. Let me take you to dinner?"
"Bob, I'm starving, and my stomach's killing me. Hurry back to the hotel!"
A flicker of concern crossed Bob's face.
"I'll be there soon. Just ask someone to grab your meds first."
"But I don't even know what to get! You're the one who always handles this stuff. Ugh—it hurts so bad!"
Lucy's voice sharpened with frustration, and Bob softened his tone, trying to calm her.
But Lucy wasn't having it.
She let out a derisive sniff, accused him of being heartless, and slammed the phone down.
Bob sighed. "She's hopeless. Can't even manage basic meds for gastroenteritis." His voice was flat, but the crease in his brow gave him away.
My chest tightened.
"So not only did you visit me, you brought Lucy along. Sharing a hotel too, huh?"
Bob's eyes widened, and he backpedaled fast.
"No! She's just been stressed lately—wanted a change of scenery."
I let out a bitter laugh.
Five years together, and he'd never taken me on a trip.
But when Lucy was in a mood? Suddenly, he was her personal tour guide.
"Need a getaway?"
"I'll take you to the beach."
"Want to go overseas? I'll clear my schedule."
Endless patience for her tantrums. Meanwhile, if I was upset? I was just "overreacting."
"Cut it out. Work's already draining me."
The writing was on the wall.
"Go. She'll freak out if you're late," I said, icy.
Bob dragged a hand through his hair. "She's a train wreck. If she keeps this up, she'll end up hospitalized. I'll swing by tomorrow, okay?"
I waved him off. "Don't bother."
He opened his mouth to argue—then his phone buzzed again. Muttering reassurances to Lucy, he bolted.
The next day? No Bob.
By day three, I was trudging out of work at 10 PM—only to find him waiting at the door, gift in hand.
"Spent yesterday at the hospital with Lucy. She's better now. And Scarlet—we booked separate rooms. Always have."
Funny. He'd never felt the need to clarify that before.
Now? It just grated.
"Cool."
"You still mad?"
"About what?"
"I swear, nothing's going on with her—"
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Truth was, I didn't care anymore.
"I know the truth, Bob."
His expression faltered. "You're... different lately."
A wry smile tugged at my lips. "What was I before, in your head? Some shrill, irrational nag?"
Silence.
"Bob, I'm exhausted."
He flinched like I'd struck him.
I swallowed the rest, turned toward the elevator—
And for the first time, panic flashed in his eyes.
"Scarlet, I'll cut her off. Just—just trust me. I'll send her home tonight!"
Once, I'd have clung to those words.
Now? Empty noise.
As the elevator doors slid open, his arms locked around me from behind.
"Scarlet, I get it now. That bill you pulled out? You were making a point. I shouldn't have invited those guys over without asking. I'm sorry."
"Mm."
His grip tightened. "Why does it feel like... I'm losing you?"
I peeled his fingers away one by one—then froze.
A pink hair tie circled his wrist.
My voice came out quiet. "You can't let her go, Bob. Everyone sees it. You're in love with Lucy."
He recoiled. "I can fix this—"
"But I'm done."
I stepped inside. The doors closed on his stricken face.
For days, he shadowed me—to work, back home, playing the doting boyfriend.
Anna cornered me mid-coffee.
"People don't change, Scarlet. Don't cave. You'll regret it."
I squeezed her hand. "I know."
I just needed one final push to walk away from five wasted years.
Then Friday rolled around. Bob caught me at the office exit, eyes pleading.
"Scarlet... tomorrow's my birthday. Let me take you to dinner?"
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