YN's POV
It hurt like hell, yet I couldn't bring myself to look away as he pulled her in his arms. The brunette laughed pressing a quick kiss to his lips. She was beautiful there was no denying that with her brown locks and Sunkissed skin. I wiped the tears from my cheeks watching them walk away hand in hand. How can he claim to love me when he is with another girl?
Does she know about me? does she know she is the other woman? Maybe she is one of the girls that don't care they are a home wrecker. I took a deep breath starting my car up. In an hour he is going to show up at my place acting like he was at work missing me.
He will pull me into arm like he didn't just hold her, and he will kiss me with her taste still on her lips. I took my phone out to text him. I wanted to see if he would answer when he is with her.
YN- Hey babe what time are you comin?
I stared at the screen waiting for his reply only for it not to come. I threw my phone into the passenger's seat before pulling out of the parking spot. Tears fell freely as I drove home. We have been together for over a year and he is just going to throw it away because of this girl?
My eyes stung from crying by the time I got home. I slammed the door close behind shifting my stare over to the picture of us from our anniversary. Tucked in my arm was flowers that he bought me. Blue roses, when he gave them, I had no idea why he got me blue now I do. He was thinking of her when he got them.
I couldn't get the image of him with her out of my head. There was something strangely familiar about her. Like I have seen her somewhere before and that is when it hit me. That was the girl he went to prom with. I remember him going around school bragging about going to prom with a youtuber.
I felt into a rabbit hole looking for this girl online. All I could remember was her first name from seeing it in his phone the other day, so I decided to google Lauren Prom hoping she was famous enough still for me to find her. she was the second result image.
Lauren Cimorelli I searched her and clicked on her Instagram. To see she had just posted a picture holding hands with him while skating. I ran my fingers through my hair scrolling through the pictures of her torturing myself. I watched her videos on there of her singing wanting nothing more than to hate this girl.
I wanted to find something wrong with her. Something I could do better than her. It would be so much easier if she didn't look and sound like an angel. I thought about calling her out as a home wrecker on her picture with him or tagging her in a picture of me and him. I want her to hurt like I do but if she does that means she didn't know about me. That he played her just like he did to me.
Finding out your boyfriend is cheating after going through his phone is nothing compare to finding out through Instagram for everyone to see with you. I decided to find out if she knows about me before exposing her to the world.
I closed my laptop when there was a knock on the door. I placed it on the end table and got the door. "hey babe" Chris smiled.
"hey" I forced a smile so he would see that something was wrong. not that he would really notice he is pretty clueless sometimes. He pulled me into a kiss and all I could think about was him kissing her just a few hours ago. "how was work?" I asked walking over to the couch.
"it was busy" the lie slipped right off his tongue. Seeing how easy it was for him to lie made me wonder just how long he had been lying to me. "I didn't get a chance to check my phone until I was in my car" yeah more like you couldn't check it until she wasn't around.
"I understand" I nodded along like I believed his lie. With every touch all I could think about was him doing the same thing to her.
"I'm hungry can you make me something?" his phone when off telling me he got a text message. Was it from her?
