She Cheated and then Regreted So Much novel Chapter 5

I opened our chat and saw that just as I had sent my breakup text, she had sent her own message:

"Work emergency tonight, staying late."

"Gotta cancel tomorrow's plans."

Then more messages:

"James, what the hell does ‘let's break up' mean?"

"Just because I didn't meet your parents, you're dumping me?"

"So that's why you were acting so weird today, huh?"

"You were just waiting to pull this stunt."

As I scrolled, an incoming call popped up—William.

My thumb twitched, and before I could stop myself, I hit accept.

His voice came through, overly dramatic as always.

"James! Finally, you answer! Sarah's been so worried about you."

"You quitting out of nowhere caused a mess at work."

"This company is Sarah's everything. You can't just do this to her."

Before I could say a word, Sarah grabbed the phone from him.

"James, you're almost thirty years old."

"Can you stop acting like a child?"

"William thinks this is all his fault—he even submitted his resignation over this."

"Are you happy now? Just quit the theatrics and get your ass back here."

"Otherwise, I might have to seriously reconsider this relationship."

Her voice dripped with confidence, as if she believed I was only doing this out of jealousy.

I let out a sharp laugh.

"Don't bother considering. I meant what I said—we're done."

William, in his infinite wisdom, accidentally leaked confidential company data, nearly bankrupting the whole business.

At the same time, people started digging through William's old social media posts.

Turns out, he had been sharing every little detail about his relationship with Sarah online, growing a massive following as some kind of "boyfriend goals" influencer.

Now, thanks to his mistake, the company had to lay off employees.

One of those employees, furious over losing their job, exposed everything in the comments of his posts.

William was officially outed as a homewrecker.

His fanbase turned on him, roasting him in the replies.

Some even gave him a nickname—"Green Light Special."

But none of that had anything to do with me.

I was finally free.

Or so I thought.