Bebe rarely got angry. She was the kind of person who always found the silver lining, spreading joy wherever she went.
But today was different. Today, she wasn’t smiling. Her brows knitted together, a deep frown creasing her forehead.
She wasn’t just angry—she was hurt. But most of all, she was disappointed.
She had trusted Karl. She had been loyal. And in seconds, it was all shattered.
Who was he kissing in broad daylight?
Who the hell was she?
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
