When the Substitute Lover Unveils the Truth

As I went downstairs in my pajamas to take out the trash, I received a message.

"Thank you for the gift, I love it! Thank you, Nathan!"

Nathan Roland was my boyfriend, but I didn't understand why she sent it to my WhatsApp account.

When I clicked in to take a closer look, the message was retracted, but I remembered her profile picture.

It was Nathan's new colleague, beautiful, with a great figure.

While I stared at the blank conversation window, I saw Nathan's car parked downstairs.

He had told me he was working late and would be home late.