Chapter 2

Tyler and I met during a company party game of Truth or Dare.

After he got my Snapchat, he pursued me relentlessly.

Eventually, his sweet gestures wore me down, and I fell for him.

We dated for two years and had been married for a little over a year.

We had been together for almost four years.

But before we got married, I had no idea this "female bestie" even existed in his friend group.

The first time I realized Chloe was a problem was on our first wedding anniversary.

We were in the middle of a romantic dinner when Tyler said he had to use the restroom to take a call. Instead of coming back, he vanished. He left me alone at the restaurant to drive across town and deliver sanitary pads to Chloe because she "had an emergency."

We had a massive fight the next day.

He blocked Chloe right in front of me and swore he would keep his distance from all other women.

But less than two months later, he stayed out all night again, claiming he was drinking with his bros.

I tried to let it go. But the next morning, I received a Snapchat photo of him and Chloe sleeping in the same bed.

Tyler literally got down on his knees and begged for my forgiveness.

"The guys invited Chloe! It was a birthday party, I couldn't just kick her out!" he cried, grabbing my hands. "I drank too much, Clara. I swear to god nothing happened!"

"We all treat Chloe like a dude. Even if she stripped naked in front of me, I wouldn't feel a thing!"

Because of his endless begging and promises, I chose to forgive him.

But that incident became a permanent thorn in my chest. It felt like swallowing a piece of glass—I couldn't digest it, and I couldn't throw it up.

They say bad things come in threes. This was the third time.

It was time to end this joke of a marriage.

But Liam was right. Getting a divorce wouldn't be easy if Tyler refused to sign the papers.

If he resisted, I would have to gather solid proof of his infidelity and take him to court.

I took the day off work, waiting at our apartment for Tyler to return so we could negotiate.

But I didn't expect them to deliver the evidence straight to my door.

Tyler came home, practically leaning his entire body weight on Chloe.

The moment they walked in, Chloe started dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, Clara, you sure had fun throwing your little tantrum yesterday. Do you have any idea how much Tyler is suffering?"

"He was crying in pain at the ER all night! He still can't walk straight!"

Of course I knew. I knew exactly how much force I had used.

I’ve been strong since I was a kid. I used to carry heavy cases of water up ten flights of stairs without breaking a sweat.

In my rage yesterday, I had kicked him with the sole intention of ruining his manhood.

Did I actually ruin him?

I looked down at his crotch with pure disgust.

For a split second, I felt a tiny bit of guilt, but then I mentally patted myself on the back.

Anyway, I was divorcing him. Ruining his plumbing just meant he couldn't go around ruining other women. Good riddance.

Noticing my gaze, Tyler growled, "Clara!"

I snapped out of my thoughts and was about to bring up the divorce when Chloe cut in.

"Clara, starting today, you have to help Tyler do his physical rehabilitation exercises every single day."

"The doctor said he needs physical stimulation to regain sensation. Otherwise, you won't have a sex life ever again!"

Wow. That sounded absolutely amazing.

I hid my excitement and forced a curious look onto my face.

"Really? Did the doctor tell you exactly how to do it?"

"Of course, you just have to—"

Before she could finish, I cut her off.

"How about this? Why don't you demonstrate it for me? I'll record a video so I can study it and do it right."

And just like that, my evidence of infidelity was about to present itself.