“I hope you’re not planning to tell Cynti about what happened on the terrace,” he said, his eyes narrowing.
“Why shouldn’t I?” I replied, crossing my arms.
“She’s pregnant,” he said quickly. “She doesn’t need the stress. Think about the baby.”
I shook my head, my voice steady.
“You haven’t changed one bit, Phil. Always giving excuses.”
“So, I can count on you to keep quiet?” he pressed, his tone almost smug.
I tilted my head, letting my words sink in. “I saw you with the receptionist,” I said slowly.
“I took photos.”
Phil’s face paled, but I continued, holding his gaze. “You’re right—Cynti doesn’t need the stress. I’ll keep quiet for now.
But if I hear about you cheating again—with a secretary, a waitress, anyone—I’ll show her the truth. She’ll see exactly who you are.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he hissed, his voice venomous. “I’d ruin your life.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head.
“You don’t scare me anymore, Phil. You have no control over me now. I’ll do what I need to.”
“You stupid cow,” he spat, his face twisted with anger.
“How original,” I replied with a smirk.
“Shape up, Phil. You have a good wife carrying your child. If you ruin this, it’s on you.”
Phil opened his mouth, searching for a retort, but nothing came.
He turned abruptly, walking back to Cynti without another word.
I watched him go, a strange sense of peace settling over me. For the first time in years, I felt free. His failures weren’t mine to carry anymore.
I deserved better—and I finally believed it.
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