A Baddie’s Revenge: Your Boss Says Hi

Marilyn

“Move out of the way, dumbass. Nobody cares what you’re advertising.” I honked at the stranger blocking traffic and wasting my damn time.

For all I know, Maya with her big mouth would have already spread the news about what she called me to tell me earlier. That she saw my fiancé going into a hotel room with someone who wasn’t me.

What if the news has circulated back to Tom? Maya and Tom were following each other on Instagram after all.

What if he's fled the scene? No fucking way he’s getting away with this. By the time I’m done with him, he’s going to be on his knees begging.

I rolled my window down and stuck my head out. “Move your ass! Your unfortunate self is stopping the green light from displaying.” I barked.

The guy finally moved, but not to get off the road. He simply moved to retrieve more flyers from his bag to advertise.

I turned the key and revved the engine to get his attention. But he only acknowledged me but didn't move because he felt I wouldn't risk a traffic ticket.

Jokes on him. I hit the gas and drove straight toward him. He jumped out of the way, cursing, and I leaned out to shout, “You shouldn’t have moved, dumbass.” before I drove off into the distance.

I didn't care about fines right now, I just needed to get to the hotel Maya had seen Tom.

I got there in no time and it was when I got inside I realized I had no idea which room he was in, and the receptionist was certainly not going to tell me.

“Marilyn… you’re here.” Maya’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

She came forward, hugging me and kissing both my cheeks. I thought she would pull away after, but she paused and whispered, “I’m lodged here, so come with me. I’ll take you inside and show you the room I saw them enter.”

I nodded and followed her, my steps quick but hesitant, my hands clenched at my sides.

When we reached the third floor, Maya stopped and pointed to a door.

“Thank you,” I told her curtly before knocking on the door. As I waited, I fisted my shaky hands and willed myself not to cry. Crying now would only make me feel even more pathetic.

The door opened, and a familiar face came into view.

“Trisha?” I called in disbelief.

“Who’s at the door, babe?” another familiar voice—one I knew far too well—called from inside.

“Babe? The fuck?!” I shoved my way in.

Tom scrambled off the bed the moment he saw me. Pants on, shirt missing. His eyes widened briefly, then hardened into annoyance.

I looked away from Tom when I noticed Trisha sneaking out.

“Yeah, go ahead and run bitch!” I shouted after her before shutting the door.

“What the hell, Tom? You’re cheating on me… with her?”

Tom grabbed his shirt and put it on not responding to me instantly till I shouted his name.

“Tom!”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” he said finally, not meeting my eyes.

“What do you mean you don’t have anything to say? We’re practically engaged!”

“About that…” he said finally sparing me a glance. “I'm calling it off. I've been meaning to tell you that for a while.”

I had come here with the intent to humiliate him and make him feel pathetic, yet I was the one feeling humiliated and pathetic.

“You asked me to be your wife in front of everyone I know and respect, Tom…”