I heard them before I saw them.
The rhythmic creak of bedsprings. Her breathy moans. His grunts. Coming from my bedroom. In my apartment. In the bed I shared with Marcus.
I'd come home early from my business trip—flight got in six hours ahead of schedule. Wanted to surprise him.
Surprise.
I stood in the hallway, my overnight bag still in my hand, listening to my boyfriend of three years f**k another woman in our bed. The initial shock lasted maybe ten seconds. Then something cold and sharp crystallized in my chest.
Not heartbreak. Not even real anger.
Clarity.
This relationship had been dying for months. We both knew it. But neither of us had the guts to pull the plug. Well. He'd just solved that problem for me.
I pulled out my phone with steady hands and opened my contacts. Scroll
