Mistake (B.S.)

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I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it coming. I knew something was going on; he fought with me over things that didn't need to be fought over. Like, leaving my hair dryer out on the sink, or not rinsing my dish off well enough before placing it in the dishwasher.

Those little fights were coming out of left field; for months I found myself walking on eggshells, frantically picking up after myself to avoid the bitching drama. I could swear he fought with me to get out of sharing a bed at night.

It all made sense now.

Standing before me was the reason Adam had fought tooth and nail with me for the past three months. Her petite frame matching well with the boob job that didn't go unnoticed. She was blonde—her hair bleached silver with eyes so piercing I felt ugly. She was clearly high maintenance; her nails and toenails primed and polished, her skin beautifully tanned. Under all that makeup, I could still see she was a real beauty—all of those things simply enhanced what she already had.

When she told me her name, I could swear that I'd heard it before. Maybe not out loud, but I'd seen it in Adam's eyes; when he touched me, he saw her. All those times he'd called me "babe" and "baby"... it was just so he wouldn't get confused and call me by her name instead.

"Lindsay?" I cleared my throat, repeating her name—making sure I'd heard it right.

"Yeah, is Adam home?" Lindsay asked, her eyes sizing me up.

God, she must think I'm hideous. Here I am standing before someone who (if only a few inches taller) could be a model. And here I am... two day old hair thrown in a messy bun, an oversized T-shirt and sweat pants.

Fucking sweat pants.

"No, he's not here." I spoke as a question; even I didn't know where Adam was—perhaps he was on more "business."

"Who... who are you? D-d-do you live here... with him?" She stuttered; stammering over her own words as she looked to me like a lost child.

Oh, dear god... she had no idea.

Why do I feel remorse? Why do I want to wrap my arms around this girl, (beg her to pardon my stench) and tell her how sorry I am? Why on earth don't I want to grab her by the weave and throw her tiny body into the street? I should be furious with this girl—I should want to kick her ass and demand she break things off with my man.

But as I looked at the crumbling beauty, I couldn't help myself.

"I'm his sister. But... don't tell him I'm here, please. I have an extra key and wanted to drop something off." I lied.

I fucking lied.

Her lips broke into a nervous smile. "Okay. Gah, I thought you were gonna say you're his girlfriend or something." She chuckled. "I'll come back later."

"No." I spoke up. But... why? What the fuck was I doing? Blowing my cover, obviously. "I can tell him for you."

"It's... it's really important. Like, it's so important that I have to tell him in person."

I swallowed hard—what could she possibly have to tell him that needed to be said in person? I mean... did I even want to know? I nodded, waving Lindsay goodbye before closing the door.

I lost it.

I leaned my back against the door, and before I knew it, I'd found myself sitting in the floor... crying. As if on cue, my cell phone started ringing.

He knew that I knew...

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Bill's coming up in the next chapter 😉