But I jerked my hand away, and she looked humiliated. Just as she was about to lose her cool, her phone lit up as a song played. It's that damn "Love of My Life," a special ringtone—for Devon.
I'd already told Meredith how much it bothered me, but she just brushed me off, calling me narrow-minded. What was I supposed to do other than let it slide, or try to? Still, every time that damn ringtone played, it scraped at me like someone dragging nails across a chalkboard.
Just like that, a smile plastered on Meredith's face, and she just shoved me aside and glided back to the bedroom.
A little while later, I checked the company's group chat and found that Devon had sent a message a minute ago.
[Guess you knocked out before I could get my goodnight from you, President Webber!]
That bastard even threw in a bunch of cringey colorful hearts and shy emojis that made me flinch.
Then came a screenshot—my girlfriend, asleep on a video call, with the picture of Devon grinning. Proof of her cheating on me was right on my face, and I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach.
To make matters worse, our idiot coworkers jumped in.