Cheryl's Revenge

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igh on anything. After all, I've got nothing to lose. What's ironic is I was sure I was going to get that promotio

lack dress, and my dark waist-lengt

sks. I can't help but notice

, but Fuck it, nothing to lose,

ng". I smile a

of the alcohol, but I'm too heartbroken to care right

er th

o my office,"

y head, could I have signed off

id off," he says, interru

ss off for this company in the last two years; this can't be ha

me sort of pity, I ver

ou and there's nothing there, I almost lost my job explain

my office," I say. I'm not sure

could feel the pity emanating from the

ir, I'll make

ort of finality a

tuff into my Honda Civic, the car I got from being the first person to be promoted in their first year from my boyfriend. Speakin

last year, but I've been busy at work trying to pay the bills because he's an artist, and he says he hasn't fou

p at Starbucks because we have this ritual sort of where we talk about our day over a cup of coffee. I

t to think the worst as I approach the house. I park my car in the drivew

rop the coffee on the table and make my way upstairs. I try to assure myself that

op dead in my tracks not sure whether I should barge in or run out. I opted for the former. The door isn't even s

amiliar lady away from him. " I can explain everything ju

room, and I face Hank, who had been rumbling nonstop. "Just shut up

nths,"

me some comfort; I push him away; he's a fool if he thinks I'm going to forgive him. I pick myself up from

" I look at him, but I don't see the boyfrien

e, I warmed your bed, I've been nothing but g

ust wait,

ired of it. I grab the last of my clothes and head for the door. Hank's just

the door. As I sat inside the car, I let out a breath I didn't re

hing now, where