#Chapter115
By the end of the sentence my breathing got harsh and strained and it was all silence for a second or two. I don't need him playing good cop, bad cop with me. And then the hurt came back, when I saw instances of him cheating and I confronted him which he denied. He always plays it cool by distracting like he wants to do making me look stupid but the last straw was catching him moaning as he fucks the Brazilian girl in our apartment. I thought five years will bury the hurt but today it all came unfolding. He doesn't have the right to get jealous or question my actions when I was the best girl he ever had and he threw it away. At this point, I am fuming squeezing the bottle of lotion unconsciously leaking few of its content out till the cool liquid snaps my head to my hand.
