LAN hotel. That's where she wakes up. Where it all begun. The starched white sheet are etched in her memory. She sits up. It's the exact room. What game is he playing now?
"Robert," she calls out. No answer. She is clean and well dressed.
She gets up and sees her phone on the dresser, purse next to it. There's a pink note. Goodbye, it says.
"Ha," she shakes her head. She is free. If he thinks it's over, he better think again. After what he did to her, she won't let him off easily.
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Ruin The Boyfriend: A Short Story ✓
Short StoryBeing the other woman is a bitter, lonely experience. What happens when a girl is tired of playing second best?
