Chapter 1: The Confrontation

I was shaking when I knocked on her door.

Twenty-four years old and I had never felt this kind of rage before. My boyfriend of two years had been texting someone late at night. I found the messages two days ago. Explicit. Filthy. No room for misunderstanding. Her name was Sasha. Same age as me. Same city. Same fucking apartment building, three floors down.

I did not cry when I read them.

I got dressed.

Black leggings, tight crop top, hair in a high ponytail.

I looked like I was going to the gym.

I was not.

She opened the door barefoot in tiny sleep shorts...