He Only Sent Me Traffic Lights but Took Wedding Photos with Her Chapter 04

He Only Sent Me Traffic Lights but Took Wedding Photos with Her Chapter 04

On moving day, Brooke brought a few guys over to help.

They were all broad-shouldered and fit. One of them had a cute dimple when he smiled.

Brooke leaned in and shoved her phone in my face. “Look at this post. Isn’t this Ethan’s side piece?”

I took the phone. My eyes landed on the screen.

The woman had her head resting against the man’s back. They were standing on a sunny beach promenade lined with palm trees.

The caption read: “Hubby says once the baby comes there’ll be no more couple time, so we’re squeezing in a getaway while my belly’s still small.”

Even though the guy was only shown from behind, I recognized him instantly.

It was Ethan.

So this was what he called a “business trip.”

He’d started taking them all the time these past six months.

Every single one had been a lie.

I nodded numbly.

Brooke snatched the phone back, furious. “Look at her posts! Every one is her bragging about how amazing her husband is.”

“Gifts, home-cooked meals, going to every prenatal appointment—he’s playing the perfect husband!”

“I can’t believe it. How does someone sweet-talk a pregnant mistress and then tell you he’s on a work trip?”

I forced a bitter smile. “I saw the photos on her phone. They even took wedding pictures. Guess I’m the mistress here.”

Brooke froze, speechless for a long moment.

I spotted one of the guys struggling with the massage chair and quickly went over to help.

I’d spent a fortune on that chair for Ethan back then.

Now it was mine.

I didn’t even notice my phone ringing when I stood up.

Brooke had the dimpled guy answer it.

After we loaded the massage chair into the car, I picked up the water bottle on the table.

My phone rang again. I answered without checking the caller ID, still swallowing a sip of water.

“Sophia Quinn! Who the hell was that guy?”

Ethan’s voice was so loud it hurt my ears.

Before I could respond, Brooke grabbed the phone.

“Anyway, he’s hotter and bigger than you!”

She hung up fast and blocked Ethan’s number in one smooth motion.

I stared at her in shock.

She dusted off her hands. “Girl, that’s how you handle trash like him!”

I let out a surprised laugh.

I remembered back in school, when other guys asked for my number.

Ethan’s face would go dark. He’d shut them down on the spot and warn me not to utter a single word to any other guy.

Once we started working, he took it even further, telling me I wasn’t allowed to attend any event where other men would be present.

That’s why I barely attended company dinners for years.

After all, my industry was heavily male-dominated.

But I didn’t care about his feelings anymore.

I turned to Brooke with a smile. “Let’s get everyone together for karaoke tonight.”

I was belting out songs with Brooke, mic in hand, when the private room door suddenly slammed open.

A black suitcase crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.