Since Carl cheated on me, I was obviously entitled to everything.
“What are you even talking about? I didn’t cheat,” Carl said.
“Are you seriously saying you didn’t? You didn’t sleep with Wendy?” I shot back.
Carl hesitated for a second before answering, “No.”
I couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief. They were this close to doing it right before me, and he still had the nerve to deny it.
I was too wiped out for any small talk, so I just sent him the screen recordings and screenshots of the photos Wendy posted on Instagram.
“Well? Ready to walk away with nothing?” I asked.
Carl was so pissed he was about to snap. He hadn’t slept in three days and couldn’t go to work just to be with Wendy.
The second he saw the screenshots I sent, he froze. He turned to Wendy, sitting on the bed, grinning like she hadn’t done anything wrong, and for the first time, he actually felt a little scared.
“When did you post these?” He was shaking as he
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shoved his phone toward her.
Wendy just shrugged, totally unbothered. “I posted them a while ago.”
Carl flew into a rage. He knocked the fruit right out of her hand. “What the hell is wrong with you? Trying to set me up?”
Wendy knew exactly what it meant to be the other
woman.
That day, Carl was the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants and slept with her. He’d warned her again and again to wait until the divorce was final before going public.
But now, before he even finalized the divorce, she’d already put it out there. He was clearly cheating on our marriage, and if everything blew up, it could ruin his career and leave his reputation in the gutter.
Wendy scoffed. “What, you’re not man enough to own up to what you did?”
“That’s not what I—”
“Then what do you mean?” Wendy cut him off. “If I
hadn’t posted those pictures, you think she
would’ve even brought up divorce? You’ve been
lying to me this whole time, so I had to do whatever
it took to help you. That was the only way.”
