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He looked at the note he found. Scraps and paper forming a paper-trail whose outcome was painfully obvious.
It would have been the same as if he had come home with lipstick on his collar and tried to play as if nothing happened.
Really, he wanted to turn the bitter feeling he was experiencing and point it, full-force, like a firehose at her and unleash a torrent of angry words colored with the most pitchblack cruelty he could muster.
He wanted to do that, but because she pretty much had him wrapped around her finger, he couldn't bring the words to come spilling out of his mouth.
It was closer to home now, her latest was a casual acquaintance of his. Not necesarily someone he might have called friend, but also not someone he had any particular reason to be hostile towards.
Until right about then, that is.
They knew that he knew. Going about their surreptitious business somewhat carefully sometimes and deliberately dropping hints at other times.
She played coy, of course, becoming indignant at his accusations even as she bore the proof in one way or another.
Once, under the pretense of leaving, he waited out of sight, waching the other arrive and watching their silhouettes on the window before the lights went down and the inevitable took place.
Witnessing the spectacle, he steeled his resolve to leave her. In a rage that matched its fruitlessness to its intensity, all he could say to himslef under his breath was this:
"Man, i really fucking hate that guy"
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