PART 4: The Doorbell Rings
The next evening, Tyler arrived at my apartment with a bottle of wine, completely unaware that his double life was about to end. He kissed my cheek, tossed his jacket on the couch, and smiled.
“You look tense, babe,” he said, pouring two glasses. “Rough day at work?”
“Just thinking about how much you hate pictures,” I replied quietly, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Before he could give his usual response about privacy, the apartment doorbell rang.
Tyler frowned. “Are you expecting someone?”
“Why don’t you get it?” I asked, looking him dead in the eye.
He walked over to the front door and pulled it open, expecting a delivery driver. Instead, he froze as if struck by lightning. Standing in the doorway was Maya, holding a birthday gift, with Jenna standing right beside her.
What was the final outcome? Continue reading Part 5 below for the final resolution.
