Chapter 1
Cheating on my unfaithful boyfriend
I decided to sleep with my boyfriend Vincent’s best friend after I found out that Vincent was cheating on
me.
I’d met his friend two or three times before, but I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever heard Vincent
call him a “tomcat”.
Nothing popped up for Tom, and he wasn’t a furry… Or at least, he didn’t look like one. Fortunately, it
wasn’t hard to find him through my social media rmendations.
Aaron Morris.
His username was simple: “Amorris”, which was abination of his first initial and hisst name.
There wasn’t a status set on his homepage either.
His avatar was a picture of himself at what looked like a nightclub: a ss of wine in hand, head tilted
in a wicked smile. Medium-length brown curls were ented by striking blue eyes. The ck button-
down shirt he was wearing had its bottom half opened, slightly exposing his abs.
Did he have a six-pack? That would definitely make this revenge so much sweeter.
He was undeniably sexy – enough to make most men simmer with jealousy. Sure, Vincent was
attractive, but next to Aaron? He really wasn’t much to look at. How could Vincent be friends with
someone so gor
geous? Did it not make him feel insecure?Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.
But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.
Aaron epted my friend requestter that afternoon, and it wasn’t long before a notification popped
up on my messenger.
Amorris: ?
heyOlive: Busy?
Amorris: No, it’s cool. What’s up?
I began to suspect that Aaron didn’t remember who I was at all. My own homepage had no pictures,
and my avatar was just ck Looking back, it’s funny to think that aller being together for two years, I’d
only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. Ile was definite ly trying to keep me away
from his circle so that he could cheat on me.
Bitch!
heyOlive: Are you single?
Amorris: What do you think?
heyOlive: I booked a hotel room. Do you wannae over…?
Amorris: Oh darling
Amorris: I don’t sleep with my friend’s girl:)
My face flushed. I did not think he’d recognize my name.
heyOlive: I won’t be his girl soon.
Amorris:
That stupid, smug little face made me think that he might’ve known this whole time that Vincent had
been unfaithful. The realization brought my anger to a boil. All men really were the same. I wanted to
believe that Vincent’s cheating was just a one-time mistake, but Aaron’s response led me to believe
that it was a regr urrence. I couldn’t imagine the pic turethat every time Vincent left for a party,
he’d have another woman wrapped up in his arms.
My trust to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I was a slut! He must believe
that I’d cheated on Vincent before all of this!
The more I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend
Cinder, desperately looking for an outlet.
heyOlive: Come to the Beast Pub, tonight
heyOlive: Gonna get wasted lol
Cinderss: I can’t tonight I have to stayte to work on this stupidndscape n. The homeowner’s
throwing a sit over the water section
hey Olive: Vincent is cheating
Not even two seconds passed,
Cinderss: ill meet you there xx
We met up at Beast Pub, the bar near Cinder’s office. Before she even showed up, I already had a
beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to douse my anger.
Around 9 o’clock, Cinder finally arrived. She was a blonde beauty, and not even her conservative oflice
uniform could hide her lithe figure. If the cking of her designer heels didn’t give it away, she came
from a family that was a little more than “well off””. The girl had all the money she could ask for but still
insisted on working, devoted to her career inndscaping
“Olive! I’m so, so sorry I’mte, babe! Oh! Yes, one cocktail special, please.” Cinder made her way to
my table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers. “You look so good! Oh my
god!” Then she dropped her voice to a hushed tone, “Are you trying to getid? Like, a one-night-stand
with some total knockout?”
“Apologized for the wait, ordered a drink, and got straight to it, huh?” I waved the ss in my hand and
gave her azy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of the Swann Group.”
“Ugh… quit it! I’m serious! What is going on with you and Vincent?”
I sipped the foam off my drink and then pulled out my phone, passing it to Cinder.
“Remember when I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the
day after their ss reunionst week.”
“Ooh! Let’s see here… Hotel room window – That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no
underwear. Sleepy eyes.” Cinder clicked her tongue, eyes scanning over the photo’s caption. “Hmm…
“Throwback to grad night…’Oh, this is so a morning-after pic.”
“Right? I thought so, too.” I sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s
shirt she’s wearing.”
Her eyes widened and she held the phone closer to her face. “Wha How do you know? I’m sure they all
have the school shirt.”
“Well, yeah, but Vincent couldn’t find his own before he left. Mine’s oversized so I just let him borrow it.
It has some faint paint stters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right
there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder. How do you exin that any other way?”
She handed my phone back to me, brow furrowed. “I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t. You’re right.”
A waiter stopped at our table, setting Cinder’s cocktail down. She ignored it, grabbing my ss and
taking a long drink. She shot the waiter a dazzling smile, “Can I get one of these, 100?”
After he left, I continued, “I didn’t mention it to him at first, but then I found out they did share a room.
Then I found their texts and-God, I’m such an idiot…”
“He’s such a whore,” Cinder corrected.
“Such a whore!” I cried, swallowing another mouthful of beer.
“Hell yeah!” We clinked sses. The alcohol was washing away my anger, just like I’d hoped it would.
Cinder giggled and sat back, “So what’s next?”
“Well…” I smirked over the rim of my drink. “I texted one of his bud dies earlier. Said I had a hotel room
to myself if he wanted to join me.”
“Ooh! So you’re gonna cheat right back at him!” She was clearly ex cited, “I love that! So you were with
him at the hotel beforeing here? Was he handsome? Was it big?”
“No! I mean, I don’t know. Vincent calls him a tomcat,” I said, wink ing at her. “He turned me down,
though.”
“Turned you down?! For what?!” She scowled at me and reached over the table to give my shoulder a
shove. “You should’ve sent a bikini pic! I bet he wouldn’t have been able to resist something like that.”
“It doesn’t matter. I could easily find someone else…” I set my ss down. “It’s just gonna be hard to
find such a perfect-looking guy. I really wanna stick it to Vincent, you know?”
“Oh, totally. I mean look at the guys here,” Cinder scanned over the men in the room, some of whom
threw her a wink when saw her looking, She ignored them with a nk expression and turned back to
me, wagging a finger in disgust. “You can’t sleep with someone who isn’t at least as handsome as
Vincent.”
I nodded. The whole appeal of my revenge was to have sex with a better man to make Vincent feel
pathetic. Otherwise, what’s the point?
While I was agonizing over having to find another dreamboat like Aaron, my phone buzzed.
Amorris: Come over?