Boyfriend for Sale
on. She was fair-skinned, beautiful, w
und style of white blouses paired with cha
her company held a sales event, and a colleague som
terested in the property,
pursuit, we natura
y, often outperformed the entire team combi
eat care of me, cooking up various nutritious soups daily, truly a ra
ee years and have shared intimate moments, she never stayed o
grity wherever she goes
record our intimate moments, claiming i
ade me feel happy, addin
ful but also kind-hearted,
er integrity, and her clo
even introduced her
sed the fragile nature
ding me on Whatsapp after meeting me, openly making su
ely blocked them and gently advised
e, and those women n
tisfied my vanity, makin
e city and frequently moves. In three years, she was moved six or se
en good to me, I never
y matters, having such an exceptional girlfriend mad
til a recent incident
already 11 PM. It was raining heavily outside.
me out wearing only my whit
he said, calmly drying
utside. Why not
her int
coldly, "Did you fo
y place. I used to think it was because of her self-disciplin
ing somethi
eo call every night to check if I'm home, so I must go back. Darling, since I've decided to
it and agreed wi
long, she truly w
e you back. It's late and raining, i
say something but swallowed h
tment, and she insisted
e to meet, so I
I noticed her work
eed it for work, I
ing, I saw a familiar figu
fishnet stockings, heavy makeup, and had a ci
tive aura, was none other
but the woman before me, apart from looking e
r the past three years, I might h
to ask her why she was d
black car pulled u
ed windows, hidi
gnized it, swaying her h
e never stayed over. She had another ma
the car door, read
id I d
car sped off like lightnin
ok deep breaths, trying
trayed, I needed to k
rth millions, my ego wouldn't let me back down. I w
or shut and floored the gas pedal, racing ma
r's performance, but it was swerving do
t help but picture Tricia and the
gas pedal harder, determined to catch up and confront t
aring its horn. It narrowly missed me, and if
n my forehead, and I s
fucking wro
yelled as h
accident, continued on with Tricia in
my brow, feeling oddl
it was Tricia who betrayed me
my life for someone so
dn't just
deceiving me f
o she really was befor
the Bentley at a safe distan
tors, but at night it was eerily silent, except
parked my car discreetly and approach
icia step out with a middle-aged,
owned this park too
here in the midd
the bald man replied sleazily. "I
're so n
ushing him as they walked a
d. I wanted to rush out and confront
eded to gather evidence and c
phone and started recor
face clearly, so I wanted to get
metal can at my feet until I accident
hid in the bushes,
id, "I think there'
ould be out," the bald man joked.
the naugh
es us and tells my boy
t it," the
rns less in a year than you do selling one house. Why do you like h
with him beca
is is tota
or something..."
ould he pos
chuckled
at use could someone
d said, "That's my secr
dy late at night. Despite my
t few years with Tricia,
nts seemed too high
nd changed phone numbers,
s owner suggested they had kn
ouse if she left me, a t
didn't s
e refused because of
everything, I no lo
deceit, and I felt like th
ided to investigate further, starting wi
them, always asking me to han
othering her. At that time, I didn't think much, just did as she said. And she had also r
s and retrieved her call reco
ed on the numbers she frequently dialed. They were all women