My Cat Said I Was Cheated On Chapter 01
For my birthday, my best friend gave me Ginger, an orange tabby.
That night, Ginger stared at me, shook his head, and sighed.
[Pretty face. Shame she’s such an idiot.]
[Her best friend and boyfriend stabbed her in the back, and she still hasn’t figured it out.]
I thought I was hearing things.
I pulled my resignation letter out of the drawer, planning to quit and go traveling with my best friend.
[While you’re busy resigning, Chloe’s busy stealing your promotion and taking the Marketing Director job.]
[Well, your boyfriend sure came up with a nasty plan.]
[Too bad. I heard from the other cats that Brightwell Consumer Group is about to secure a multibillion-dollar funding round.]
[That company’s about to take off.]
Ginger’s thoughts drifted into my mind again.
My pen stopped.
Then I tore the resignation letter into pieces.
…
I had barely tossed the scraps into the trash when my best friend, Chloe, texted me.
[Serena, just put next Monday as your last day!]
She even sent me a picture of her own resignation letter.
A second later, my boyfriend, Adrian, texted too.
[Did you finish yours?]
I stared at the screen.
I still hadn’t fully processed what they’d done to me.
The three of us had grown up together.
Chloe had followed me around since we were kids.
I’d always treated her like a little sister.
When she couldn’t find a job, I brought her into Brightwell Consumer Group.
I showed her the ropes.
I gave her client accounts.
She was always telling people how grateful she was to me.
And Adrian?
He’d been saying he wanted to marry me since we were kids.
He confessed his feelings when we were eighteen.
We’d been together for almost seven years.
[That designer handbag Adrian gave you for your birthday?]
[Chloe didn’t want it.]
[There’s a mark inside.]
[He’s liked Chloe since you were kids.]
Ginger’s thoughts came through again.
I rushed to the closet and pulled out the designer handbag.
I checked it carefully.
Sure enough, scratched into the bottom were two letters.
CM.
Chloe’s initials.
In that instant, the last bit of hope in me shattered.
So the love and friendship I’d treasured all these years…
had been nothing but an illusion.
[But that designer handbag is tied to a jackpot worth somewhere between $400,000 and $450,000.]
Ginger’s thoughts came through again.
I whipped my head around.
He jumped onto the windowsill, licked one paw, and kept rambling to himself.
[I heard from Snowball at the boutique that the brand is running a product-code sweepstakes.]
[The winning code is the one on that handbag.]
[Adrian didn’t leave a phone number at the store.]
[And the claim deadline is in three days!]
I immediately pulled up my chat history with Adrian and found the address of the designer boutique.
I’d claim the prize after work tomorrow.
Before all this, Adrian had told me I should put up the down payment on a condo while he paid off the rest of the mortgage.
Not anymore.
I didn’t need him.
I could pay cash for the whole place myself.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
Adrian.
“Serena, are you asleep?”
“Why aren’t you answering our messages?”
“Did you finish yours?”
“Chloe said Hawaii is amazing.”
“I already bought tickets for next week.”
“Don’t bail on us.”
Chloe again.
It was always Chloe.
He’d explained it before.
“You’re my girlfriend.”
“Chloe’s on her own.”
“We should look out for her.”
“Cut her some slack.”
I’d trusted them.
So I’d never thought much of it.
“Yeah, I finished it.”
“I was in the shower.”
I answered casually.
“Good!”
“We can finally make that childhood dream of traveling the world come true.”
Adrian laughed softly.
“Get some sleep, babe.”
“Love you forever.”
“Ten thousand years, minimum.”
His voice was as gentle as ever.
Like he was soothing a little kid.
In the past, late-night sweet talk like that would’ve made my heart melt.
Now?
All I could think was:
Oh, screw you.