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