“Hey, Yasmin. You weren’t home the other night, and I kind of crashed here because I was too wasted to go home. I think I left my undies somewhere. Have you seen them?”
Holly’s cheeks were a shade of pink, and her eyes sparkled with a sly satisfaction.
She seemed eager to drop the bomb that she had hooked up with my husband.
That trash I found was clearly her doing.
“Yeah, I found them in the bathroom trash. You tossed them there, didn’t you?
“Oh, and there was a condom there too.”
I had never been one to play nice with her kind.
John went as white as a sheet when he heard that, blurting out, “Holly, no more bringing your boyfriend over. Got it?”
He was shooting her desperate looks.
Holly looked a bit miffed but managed to say, “Sorry, Yasmin. My boyfriend left that there.”
I had to laugh on the inside.
Putting on a show right in front of me? Do they think I’m clueless?
I kept my cool and just kept eating.
After dinner, I did not bother with the dishes.
I knew Holly and John would be all too eager to clean. It was a perfect excuse for some ‘alone time.‘
However, John did not head for the sink this time. Instead, he came looking for me.
He peeked at me, trying to gauge my reaction, and cautiously said, “Yasmin, you know there’s been no mix–up, right? It really was Holly’s boyfriend who threw it away.‘
“Yeah, no mix–up,” I replied without missing a beat.
“It’s just so weird,” I said, trying to laugh it off. “Bringing her boyfriend over to her god–brother’s place?”
Inside my chest, my heart was in a million pieces.
