He Took His Female Assistant Home, I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine
Chapter 4
Jody’s voice came through, laced with annoyance. “Why are you acting so immature? I’m just trying to help Lucy out—she’s going through a tough time. I really don’t get you, Samantha. Why are you always—”
I ended the call. I didn’t need to hear his excuses anymore. The next day, I sent him the divorce papers, delivered right to his office. For two days, he didn’t respond. But Lucy’s social media told a different story, filled with pictures documenting their “sweet life.”
In one post, Jody was making her breakfast, a heart-shaped omelet on her plate. In another, he napped while she lay beside him, their faces close enough to touch. They even played cards, with Lucy gleefully showing him removing his shirt piece by piece whenever he lost. To anyone looking, they seemed like newlyweds, while I… I was the outsider.
Soon, I’d be gone and none of it would matter. Still, I couldn’t resist taking screenshots of everything. Evidence, after all, could help when the divorce went through.
After work that day, messages from Lucy appeared on my phone in quick succession:
[Have you seen my posts? Jody would do anything I ask. Do you really think you can compete?]
[By the way, he told me you two haven’t even shared a bed in ages. Is that true? I mean, I don’t blame him. What man would want someone as withered and ugly as you? Just let me have him. He doesn’t love you anyway.]
My fists clenched. This wasn’t just a failed marriage—it was an insult. Steeling myself, I went back to the house, knowing I’d find them there.
As I stepped through the door, I saw them in the middle of a yoga session. Lucy wore a revealing outfit, barely holding back her smirk when she noticed me.
“Hi, Samantha. I’m so glad you’re back. Jody and I were just having some fun. Care to join?” Her words dripped with sarcasm, her eyes challenging.
Without thinking, I closed the distance, lifting my hand and delivering a slap across her face, followed by another, leaving her lip bleeding.