Madeline flooded my inbox with everything—every suggestive photo she’d taken with Ethan, leaving nothing to the imagination. There were pictures of all the luxury gifts he’d given her, screenshots of large money transfers, and candid shots of him holding flowers while waiting to pick her up after class.
It didn’t stop there. She wrote long, detailed messages about their time together like my chat inbox had become her personal diary.
I didn’t respond. Not a single word.
At first, my silence confused her. Then it started to enrage her.
[Claire, did you know? Ethan brought me to your house while you weren’t there.]
[Your bed is so soft. I wore your nightgown while being intimate with Ethan in your bed.]
[Ethan said you’re too rigid, that I’m the one who truly makes him happy.]
Still, I didn’t reply.
Then came a photo of her in an evening gown.
[Do you like it? This was supposed to be a surprise Ethan prepared for your wedding anniversary. But when I said I liked it, he gave it to me instead.]
[Tonight, I’ll be wearing this dress to his company’s annual gala.]