What Do I Do Novels & Stories

I shook my head. What the hell should I do?”

"Fuck memory loss right now. I know what I didn't do!" What?

What's happening? "What in the world is happening?" I mutter to myself.

Or should I go ahead and end things with him? I don’t know what to do!

I just couldn't do a thing . #TBC

"You can help me? What can you do to help me? If so, then I..." BOOOOOMMM...

I can do this. I have to.

I quietly pulled out a laptop from my bag as Fred shouted angrily, "Ruby, why do you have my laptop?!" "You'll know soon enough," I said as I logged in and opened a chat history that explained how to crack another person's password and bypass a firewall. "Fred, the method this person taught you matches the program used on my computer. What do you have to say now?" The evidence left him no room to deny it. His tone softened.

Then I do something I swore I’d never do. ​​​​

"Honey, someone's knocking on my door. I'm scared!" That one word sent my heart plummeting into the abyss. Jason's expression stiffened. He did not even glance at me, too absorbed in comforting the caller. "Alright, I understand. I'll be right there." Only as he reached the door did he seem to remember me. He came back to explain. "Jennifer, there's something urgent at work. I'll handle it and come back later." Without batting an eye, Jason dropped a kiss on my forehead, his lie smooth and practiced.