My Fiancée, Her Lover, and My Revenge

Summary

Countless iterations of the word “slut” had been gouged into the obsidian black paint of my brand-new car.

I was in the owner’s lounge at the dealership, the security footage cued up on a tablet, when I saw her. Chloe. My fiancée. Who was supposed to be two states over visiting her sister. Standing right next to her, looking painfully awkward, was Evan, her childhood best friend.

“Leo, it’s just a car. Do you really have to make such a big deal out of this?”

She tossed a service estimate onto the glass table in front of me. “Just sign it. Insurance will handle everything.