Yep, Definitely Wrong Number
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  • Reads 38
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 3
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published May 30, 2018
"Who the fuck calls me at 2 in the morning?"

"Oh, is this not Travis? Man, I'm drunk I can't even remember his number. The mysterious person at the other end of this line can you please pick me up at Wal-Mart?"

"Who the hell are you? Sorry, but I got some better things to do, like sleep."

"Oh wait my Juliet! Are you sure you're gonna leave your Romeo-"

"Yep, definitely wrong number. Don't call me again."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"... Did that mystery girl seriously hung up on me? Did she not know I'm starving to death right now?"

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(This story is written in dialogue and contains a lot of swear words. When I say a lot it really means A LOT. Read at your own risk.)
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31 parts Ongoing

On my wife's birthday, I rushed back from another city overnight. But the one who opened the door was my male assistant, wearing my bathrobe. "Mr. Lucas, I came to report to Ms. Johnson, and accidentally got caught in the rain, so I took a shower. Please don't misunderstand." "There's nothing to explain." My wife, also in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom with a look of disdain on her face. Her gaze towards me was full of contempt. "Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip? Why are you back?" I paused for a moment, then shook my head and gave a light laugh. "It's nothing. Just came back to grab a few documents." I casually tossed the carefully chosen birthday gift into the trash bin, then sent a message to my lawyer. "Help me draft a divorce agreement."