Betty.
“I helped Adam Lewandowski steal your book. I even edited it to make it seem like his.”Natalie confesses, her voice breaking as she stares at the ground, unable to meet my gaze.
I said nothing, I was still trying to process what she had just said. I wasn’t shocked; my jaw should have gone slack, but it didn’t. My heart didn’t even skip a beat; it only felt exhausted. Maybe I was dumbfounded, but not surprised.
The text from ten years ago already told me everything I needed to know. The one he sent after crawling back to me when all of his lovers rejected him. I accepted him believing his lies. Not only did I clothe him, but I let him make love to me only for me to later scroll through his phone and discover the harsh truth. He hasn’t returned because he realised his mistakes, he
