He was cheating on her.
Again. Erin Johnson laughed dryly as she looked out from her window, waiting if her lover's car will materialize. The weather outside suited her mood. It was dreary and gloomy. Sometimes the rain would stop. Sometimes it would heavily pour.
Her lover was on his way. Ten minutes, he said. He can't wait to see her, he mumbled. Even on the phone, Erin could hear the longing in his voice. Every word was dripping with love and sincerity.
Pathetic, she thought. How could he declare his love for her while f*cking other women?
She averted her gaze away from the window and stared unexpectedly at her laptop. She had turned it off earlier as though she could block everything she saw in her lover's group chat message. She wasn't being nosy, mind you. Her lover had forgotten
