“What dream guy?” Joe looked like he’d eaten something sour.

“You were my girlfriend first,” I cried. “I never would have run off and done something to hurt you like this.”

“How does this hurt you?” Bethany asked as she turned around to hop off the bed. “Why does this change anything? It’s no different than you and Mark.”

“If you have to ask that, then we’re done.” I was livid when I stepped around Mark to pick up her clothes and throw them at her. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Wait,” Bethany said as she caught her shorts and panties. Her voice broke when she saw how...