Chaper 17. The Shock

Even though I filmed the whole damn thing, I could not bear to look at what was happening. Hence, I took my hand and phone to the window while I looked elsewhere like a painter, reluctantly observing the disarray of colors on a canvas that was once a masterpiece.

How they were f**king continued for more than ten minutes, which left me confused at once, like a student solving math and arriving at the right answer but with the wrong working and strategy.

“Does this mean that Tyler never loved me and only had eyes for Nancy all along?” I thought to myself, like a gardener, realizing that the flowers she nurtured with tender care were wilting under the shadow of neglect. Knowing fully well that Tyler had never lasted five minutes with me in bed before. He'd always just dig it in, and after a few strokes, he'd already poured it in and called it a day.

But with Nancy, though I couldn't bear the confidence to watch them do it, I heard how Nancy moaned sweetly, and I heard the so