I saw Emily Greene, my girlfriend, hugging a man.
They were doing things I could barely describe.
This is the "female client" she's been talking about?
This is her version of being "responsible"?
She really doesn't see me as a person.
I moved a little closer, and I could hear their conversation:
"Ah~ don't squeeze too hard, my boyfriend might find out!"
"If he finds out, wouldn't it be even more exciting?"
"You're such a jerk~"
"Aren't I way better than your boyfriend?"
"Don't mention that idiot, you're ruining the mood!"
"Should I call your idiot boyfriend? I know he's into it after last time."
"Oh, you're so naughty~"
…
What the actual fuck, I've been nothing more than a pawn in their little game.
The blood rushed to my head in an instant. I wanted to burst in there and kill them both.
But my rational mind told me not to act on impulse.
Even if I exposed them now, the worst that would happen is a big argument or a fight, and then I'd break up with Emily.
That would be way too easy for them.
I quickly grabbed my phone and recorded everything. Then, quietly and without a sound, I headed home.
You assholes better watch out!
If I don't ruin your lives, I will lose the honor of the Greene family!