Chapter 3

My words caught both of them completely off guard.

They probably never expected me to be this "open-minded."

Chloe actually blushed a little, looking at Tyler with a shy, twisted expression.

But she played coy. "I don't know, Tyler... What if Clara gets mad again and takes it out on you?"

She was trying to remind him of my "violence."

Her words successfully fueled Tyler's anger. His face darkened.

"Why would she be mad? We're best friends, Chloe. There's nothing to be afraid of."

He sat down on the sofa and signaled Chloe to start.

At the same time, he threw me a smug, challenging look.

Never underestimate how stupid a man can be. They love dancing on a woman's last nerve, pushing her to madness, and then calling her "crazy."

If I still cared about him, I would be crying and screaming right now.

But after a night of thinking, he was dead to me. A piece of trash wasn't worth my tears.

I unlocked my phone, opened the camera, and started recording.

Chloe reached her hand into Tyler’s sweatpants.

Honestly, the scene was so repulsive it made me want to throw up.

I kept my phone pointed at them, but I drifted off mentally, looking at the wall and thinking about what I wanted to eat for lunch.

I blocked out their giggles and whispers.

After what felt like forever, I heard Chloe complain.

"Why isn't it working?"

Then she teased him. "Tyler, come on, show some spirit!"

"It's because you're not doing it right," Tyler groaned. "Call me daddy, maybe that'll work."

"Shut up, someone is watching!"

The corner of my mouth twitched.

Honestly, compared to these two, I really did feel like an outsider.

But she wasn't wrong. I was going to divorce Tyler anyway. I was basically a stranger now.

The two of them seemed to have completely forgotten I was in the room. The touching got heavier and filthier.

Finally, Chloe pulled her hand back, panting. "I'm tired."

I stopped the recording and said mockingly, "Well, now I finally believe you guys are just 'bros.' Otherwise, how could he have absolutely no reaction to you?"

They used to use the "bro" excuse to gaslight me.

But now that I said it, both of their faces turned incredibly ugly.

Chloe snapped in humiliation. "What do you know? He used to please me, not the other way around!"

"If I hadn't trained him and given him experience, you think you'd have had any good nights with him?"

Good nights? It was pure disgust.

She stood up, looking pissed off. "I was trying to help, and she's just being passive-aggressive. I'm leaving!"

She glared at me before walking out. "If you still need my help, Clara, you know where to find me."

Once Chloe left, Tyler glared at me with a dark, venomous look.

"Are you satisfied now?"

I could tell his pride was utterly shattered.

Usually, even after a fight, he would try to sweet-talk me. But now, he couldn't even pretend.

"She just told the truth, Clara! Did you really have to kick me?" he barked. "Besides, your birthmark *is* ugly—"

Before he could finish, I cut him off.

"Tyler, let's get a divorce."