My boyfriend came to pick me up after work one day and asked a lady in my office to join us since she was going our way and was struggling to get a car. The rain started before she could get down and find another car home, so I begged my boyfriend to kindly drive her home since she said she wasn’t far from her house.

She got down at her gate, hugged me, and thanked me as if I were the one who had driven her there. I wished her a good night, and we drove off.

Three months later, I caught this same colleague in bed with my boyfriend.

I’d gone to his place to spend the night in his air-condition when he had told me he was traveling and would return the next day. I opened the door to the hall, and there they were, in a tight embrace, doing the deed.

I nearly collapsed, though I hadn’t yet realized it was her. When I finally saw her face, all the anger in me dissipated. I asked, “For how long? If you wanted him that much, I’m in the same office with you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

They were both on the floor struggling to find something to cover themselves with. I walked away, got to my house, drank a little wine, and slept it off. I won’t say I didn’t cry. I won’t say I didn’t feel dizzy for a while. I went through a kaleidoscope of hurtful emotions.

My boyfriend came with an apology. The only question I asked was, “Who contacted whom after that day? That’s all I want to know.”

He said he was in her area and went to say hello, and it started from there. I didn’t probe any further. I told him, “It’s okay if you like her. I won’t come between you two. Maybe it was through me that you would meet your true love. My job is done.”

On Monday, when I was going to work, I told myself, “I don’t hate her, and she’s not my enemy. I will smile and go on with my job.”

I Called My Girlfriend And Another Man Answered The Phone

I went to work and did just that. When I had to talk to her to get the job done, I did it with a smile on my face. At lunch, she sat next to me and whispered her apology and how she felt like the devil. I told her, “It’s not your fault. He allowed it. He came looking for you. I don’t blame you at all.”

I think she’s scared of me now. She feels I’m planning to hurt her in a different way. She’s jumpy whenever she sees my face. I tell her I’m fine and that she shouldn’t worry, but she doesn’t trust me. Low-key, I’m enjoying the power I have over her now. There’s no peace for the wicked, and as long as I remain here, I will smile at her while she runs, even when no one is after her.

—Doreen

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