I followed them until the car pulled up in front of our apartment complex, where we shared. They got out. Dwayne leaned in to fix a strand of her hair, and when he tried to do more, she stepped back.
But from where I stood under the streetlight, it didn’t look like rejection. It looked like she was playing coy. She was smiling, flirting even, just like she did when we first started dating. And that same charm that once hooked me now made me sick to my stomach.
Dwayne then blew her a kiss, and she waved at him with a bright smile before finally walking inside.
Watching them, rage surged through me. I slammed my foot on the gas and drove straight into the complex in the car I had bought just to surprise her. Heads turned as I drove in, as the car was impossible to ignore. Both Dwayne and my girlfriend, Penelope Fuller, noticed me immediately.
After I parked, I went upstairs and got home before she did. There, I sat in silence, waiting.
When the door opened, I looked straight at her. “Go take a shower. The water’s ready.”
She gave me a quick glance and replied, “I’m tired. I’ll just sleep. You should, too.”