"I swear, this is the last time." Desperation crept into his tone. "Don't post that video. If it gets out, it'll ruin us both."
I met his gaze and scoffed.
"Are you afraid it'll affect us? Or that it'll destroy Lola?"
He stiffened. Guilt flashed across his face before anger masked it. He turned the key.
"I can't explain right now. Think whatever you want!"
He drove in silence until we reached the overpass. Then a specific ringtone filled the cabin—melodious, unmistakable.
His special tone for Lola.
That ringtone once belonged to me.
He answered immediately. Her voice, shrill and sobbing, echoed through the speakers.
"Adam, I resigned from the company. With something like this exposed, I... I can't go on living!"
Her sobs mixed with howling wind.
"You and your wife should be happy together. I was just an extra in your story—I shouldn't have existed."
Through the windshield, I spotted a figure on the overpass railing. Lola stood at the edge, dress fluttering in the gale like a broken butterfly. Below churned the dark, bottomless sea.
Adam panicked. He checked his phone.
Only then did he see it—a video uploaded minutes ago. The recording from inside the car, exposing their affair to the world.