Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 76: Chapter 76
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Six years of dating, and my boyfriend cheated.
His side chick got pregnant and came at me, demanding I back off.
His mom went around telling people I was some used-up slut who's been with God knows how many guys.
I've had it. I'm done playing nice.
His company tanked, the side chick got forced into an abortion, and his mom got hauled off by the cops.
Crazy dogs belong in the pound.
Don't bark in my face unless you're ready to get put down.
I stared at my phone like time just froze.
The video was short, but they looked disgustingly sweet.
He was wiping sauce off her lips, gently, like some Hallmark movie bullshit.
She was smiling at him like he hung the damn moon.
People around them were hooting and laughing, but they only had eyes for each other.
Would've been real cute.
If that wasn't my boyfriend of six freaking years.
I sat there like an idiot for a second, then hit his number.
He picked up almost instantly, voice smooth as ever:
"Hey baby, you still up?"
I forced myself to keep calm.
"What're you up to?"
He chuckled. That fake-ass patient tone he used when he thought I was being clingy.
"Missin' me, huh? Just wrapped a meeting. I'm beat, but I'll be home soon, promise."
Right. He said he was out of town this week.
Claimed it was a big business deal, super important.
Yeah, I'm sure it was important.
To both him and the girl in the hotel bed.
His side chick got pregnant and came at me, demanding I back off.
His mom went around telling people I was some used-up slut who's been with God knows how many guys.
I've had it. I'm done playing nice.
His company tanked, the side chick got forced into an abortion, and his mom got hauled off by the cops.
Crazy dogs belong in the pound.
Don't bark in my face unless you're ready to get put down.
I stared at my phone like time just froze.
The video was short, but they looked disgustingly sweet.
He was wiping sauce off her lips, gently, like some Hallmark movie bullshit.
She was smiling at him like he hung the damn moon.
People around them were hooting and laughing, but they only had eyes for each other.
Would've been real cute.
If that wasn't my boyfriend of six freaking years.
I sat there like an idiot for a second, then hit his number.
He picked up almost instantly, voice smooth as ever:
"Hey baby, you still up?"
I forced myself to keep calm.
"What're you up to?"
He chuckled. That fake-ass patient tone he used when he thought I was being clingy.
"Missin' me, huh? Just wrapped a meeting. I'm beat, but I'll be home soon, promise."
Right. He said he was out of town this week.
Claimed it was a big business deal, super important.
Yeah, I'm sure it was important.
To both him and the girl in the hotel bed.
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