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I couldn’t believe these words came from the person sleeping next to me.
But the thousands of chat messages, each like a whip lashing at me, were undeniable evidence.
Chloe was right.
Before today, I never doubted her, never questioned her schedule, never looked at her phone. That’s probably why she felt safe enough not to delete their chat history.
- so.
Looking at the person sleeping beside me, I suddenly felt she was so dirty, disgustingly
The next morning, while Chloe was doing her makeup, her phone rang.
She answered naturally, speaking in a formal tone: “Hello, Mr. Phillips. What can I do for you?”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll try to arrive early today to review that with you.”
I asked her: “Something up at work?”
“Yeah, the boss is urging me to get in early. Can’t be helped, it’s year–end and there’s so much to do. I’ll probably have to work overtime again today.”
Looking at her brightly painted lips and tight–fitting skirt, I pretended to care and said: “Why don’t I help you find another job? I can’t bear to see you so exhausted.”
“No!” Chloe exclaimed loudly.
Then, realizing her reaction was a bit excessive, she laughed awkwardly and said: “I mean, I don’t think it’s necessary. I’m still young, it’s good to work hard. Besides, you already used your connections to get me this job, I have to consider your feelings too, right?”
As she was leaving, she tried to kiss me.
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those same lips made my stomach churn. I quickly pretended to look for something to avoid her.
Chloe and Greg had an agreement.
When calling in my presence, she would address him as “Mr. Phillips.”
When I wasn’t around, she’d call him darling, baby, hubby, and all sorts of pet names. Chloe even called him “daddy” in their messages. You can imagine how wild they must b private.
Greg was clearly deliberately calling in the morning when I was around. Maybe they go thrill out of flirting behind my back.
Damn it, if they love to play games so much, I’ll play along to the bitter end.
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