The Cheat’s Spare Key,Karma Always Collects

I caught my boyfriend’s female coworker unlocking his front door with her own key.

She dangled the key chain in my face, looking completely smug.

"I’m just here to feed his cat and tidy up a bit. You don’t mind, right?"

I froze for a split second.

Dylan had told me I was the only one who had a key to his place.

But I composed myself immediately and flashed her a bright smile.

"Oh, perfect! Dylan just texted me saying he hired a maid to clean today and asked me to supervise."

Her smile instantly died.

I pushed right past her, shoved a heavy-duty trash bag into her chest, and walked in.