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The other woman, despite her hair being a mess from Harper's attack, was still trying to act tough.
"Look, I just came up with Bennett for a bit after we had some BBQ. Nothing happened."
Even now, she was still lying? Did she not know the difference between 'sitting' and… the other thing?
I ignored her. I pointed at the jerk.
"How long has this been going on?"
The other woman was a local live-streamer. By looks alone, I wouldn't have recognized her.
I knew it was her from that fake, breathy moan—identical to the one she used on her streams.
Pure performance.
But maybe the jerk liked that.
Or maybe he didn't realize it was an act.
When we were together, he was often in her live stream room.
I'd checked his transaction history once; he'd tipped her a lot.
Later, he swore it meant nothing, and since we were in different cities, I let it go.
I never expected this.
"How long has this been going on?"
The jerk had the nerve to get defensive.
"Do you have to put it so ugly? 'Going on'? We're just friends chatting."
This bastard, doing something so ugly, and he thought my wording was ugly?
And he thought I was an idiot?
I didn't hold back. I slapped him across the face.
The jerk seemed shocked I'd hit him.
His eyes widened, and he looked like he might hit back.
An officer stepped between us immediately.
"Hey! Keep it civil. No violence."
In that moment he glared at me with pure malice, my heart turned completely cold.
I realized I was just wasting my time here. Even though right now, I wished they'd both drop dead.
"Bennett Lowell, remember this. I think you're disgusting. I'm leaving you. This isn't a breakup. I just find you filthy. Revolting!"
I walked to the bedside, picked up the Bluetooth earbud, and held it in front of his face.
The blinking blue light said it all.
Every dirty word, every sordid detail with her had been recorded.
The jerk tried to turn it on me, actually having the nerve to accuse me.
"You were spying on me? You set this whole thing up because you wanted to break up, didn't you?"
I couldn't take this victim-blaming anymore.
I slapped him twice more, hard.
"Bennett, I was truly blind. To waste three years on someone like you. Are you even human? Did I invite that woman to the room? Couldn't you two have gotten a different room? Wasn't that gross?"
Then I started crying, angry tears.
I turned to leave.
Harper was left standing there, looking at me, confused.
"That's it? We're not beating up the other woman anymore?"
Maybe from the moment I decided to catch them, no matter the outcome, I was never going to be the winner.
I thought it was over.
But the most shocking part was yet to come.
