Happy Birthday, He Cheated
That video felt like Pandora's box—one tap and everything would fall apart.
Hands shaking, I hit play.
Derrick's car was parked on the curb. A woman slid into the passenger seat.
Sabrina.
The camera zoomed in.
Inside, they were all over each other—kissing, gasping, totally wrapped up in it.
The audio made it worse. Every sound stabbed me.
Felt like my heart was being shredded.
I don't even know how long it went on, but eventually, they climbed out.
Sabrina latched onto Derrick's hand, smirking. "Mr. Stratton, you finally showed. Not getting any at home? That desperate, huh?"