“Busy,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Lots of meetings this week.”
“Friday too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Yeah, another late one,” he replied, not even looking me in the eye. I nodded, pretending to believe him.
As soon as he left the room, I texted Nicole and Tara, my closest friends, and Lucas, my brother who’s a lawyer. We met up that night at Nicole’s place.
Nicole poured the wine. “What’s the plan, Jenna?”
“Revenge,” I said, feeling the anger rise again. “But I need it to be smart.”
Tara shook her head, furious on my behalf. “Men are such pigs. We need to catch him red-handed.”
Lucas, always the calm one, nodded. “You have to protect yourself too, Jenna. Know your rights. This could get messy.”
We spent hours brainstorming. By the end of the night, I had a plan. Lucas gave me a quick rundown of what to say if things went south legally. I was grateful he had my back.
Friday came quicker than I wanted. Matt left, claiming it was another work meeting. “Good luck,” I said with a fake smile, my stomach churning.
The moment he was out the door, I grabbed my phone. Kelly, a friend who worked at the restaurant, had already secured a table right next to Matt’s. She sent a text confirming the reservation.
“Showtime,” I muttered, putting on my best dress and heading out.
The adrenaline was like a second heartbeat as I arrived at the restaurant with Lucas, Nicole, and Tara. Each step felt like a countdown. We were seated near the entrance, a perfect spot to watch Matt walk in. I could barely sit still, my hands gripping the table’s edge.
Lucas leaned over. “You sure about this?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, it’s time.”
