Bestie Over Cheating Man
Language: en
I was cutting through the underground parking garage when I saw it. My ex’s sedan was rocking violently on its suspension. Behind the tinted, reinforced glass, I heard a muffled, tear-choked scream from my best friend: “No… please, stop…” Any normal person would have pulled out their phone to record the affair. But me? I’m the ultimate ride-or-die bestie. A hot surge of adrenaline slammed into my brain, bypassing all logic. “You filthy animal! Forcing yourself on my girl in broad daylight? Baby, hang on, I’m coming for you!” I didn’t hesitate. I snatched the fire extinguisher from the wall…