My Ex-girlfriend Took Advantage of Me

Ryan's face was a mask of rage as he scrolled to my parents' contact info.

Panic kicked in, though I wasn't sure what he was up to.

"Okay, okay, I'll spill!"

I blurted out quickly.

Ryan paused, his gaze icy as he locked eyes with me.

"Maybe you should check with your secretary," I suggested, laying it on the line.

I told him the real deal.

From what I knew before, Tiffany was messing around with Ryan's secretary, Andy, and today marked their one-year fling anniversary—they were likely out celebrating.

"My secretary knows where Tiffany is?"

Ryan looked at me doubtfully.

"He's around her a lot, you know that. Maybe he's in the loop,"

I pushed.

Ryan hesitated, then pulled out his phone and dialed.

Moaning and heavy breathing filled the line when it connected.

Ryan scowled, "Andy, what in the world are you up to?"

"Mr. Young, just celebrating my anniversary with my girlfriend... heh..." Andy replied, breathlessly, having little intention to distract Ryan from what he was up to, "It's my day off, boss. What do you need?"

Ryan shot me a look, then pressed, "I'm trying to find Tiffany. Seen her?"

The moaning stopped. After a pause, Andy said, "Honestly, Mr. Young, I wouldn't know."

"Sure, I've driven Mrs. Young a few times, but she always heads straight to Logan, her 'bestie'."

"Logan's all hush-hush about it, really secretive. I once tried to get the scoop but got an earful from him, and Mrs. Young told me to back off, so I did."

"You might wanna ask Logan, Mr. Young. He's likely to know."

Ryan's expression darkened even more at that.

He ended the call and grabbed my collar, his voice low and menacing, "When will you stop playing games? Where is she?!"

As Ryan seethed, I nearly burst out laughing.

Tiffany and the secretary daring to play him like that...

His secretary lying through his teeth while apparently doing it with his wife—Ryan was just too easy to fool.

It's a sad truth: those who are pitiable often bring it on themselves.

After all, last time, Tiffany had him set someone up to silence me in jail.

And he, naive enough to believe her even as he was being cuckolded, agreed without a second thought!

So, no, I wouldn't hand him the truth on a silver platter.

Even if I told him, he wouldn't accept it.

He needed to uncover it all himself—to watch his world crumble, to see Tiffany with nowhere to turn!