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He Cheated With My Best Friend So I Ended His Career
Novelix
Completed
My boyfriend Seb is a nationally ranked swimmer. Every night before a race, he comes to me for sex. I thought I was his everything—until I found my best friend's anonymous posts bragging about being his real girlfriend. They made me deliver condoms to their hotel room. They shared my nudes with his teammates. He planned to propose to her on the podium after winning gold. Too bad for him—I'm the head of the anti-doping unit. I scheduled a surprise drug test. I leaked every screenshot. I ended his career in front of thousands. He thought I loved him too much to fight back. He was dead wrong.
Chapters (3)
第1章
My boyfriend Sebastian is a nationally ranked swimmer.
Every night before a big race, he shows up at my place and we have wild sex until morning.
But one day, I stumble across a post on an anonymous forum.
"My boyfriend has some kind of pre-race anxiety. He needs sex to cope, but he loves me too much to force me."
"Luckily, there's a desperate little doormat who's happy to be his fuck toy."
She even posted a screenshot of their texts.
S: Babe, wanna spice things up? Let's make that bitch bring us some condoms.
S: The strawberry-flavored ones. Her favorite.
I freeze.
Because I can see two arms in the photo—both wearing the exact same braided bracelet.
I made those bracelets myself.
One for Seb.
One for my best friend, Jessica.
And Jessica called me an hour ago and asked me to bring a box of condoms to her hotel.
Strawberry-flavored.
I just got back from her hotel.
So that's why she took forever to answer the door.
I was just part of their foreplay.
I barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up, over and over until there's nothing left.
The pain and nausea blur together until I can't tell them apart.
I stay up all night, scrolling through every single post on Jess's anonymous account.
She had logged every detail—their love story, laid out like a public diary.
I've been with Seb for three years.
Jess has been with him for two and a half.
They've been lying to me for two and a half years.
By morning, I rub my aching eyes as another message from Seb pops up.
"Baby, I've been so stressed lately. I need to see you."
I know exactly what he means.
Before, no matter what—rain, exhaustion, midnight—I'd drag myself to his place and give him what he wanted.
Not this time.
I ignore the message and start packing up every trace of him in my apartment.
No wonder Sebastian never stayed the night at my place.
This place was never a home to him.
Just somewhere to get off.
I push down the bitter feeling and shove all his things into a box.
That afternoon, the keypad beeps.
Seb walks in like he owns the place.
He wraps his arms around me from behind.
"Were you busy today? Why didn't you text me back?"
I pull away.
"I didn't see it."
Before this, I always answered him right away.
A flash of annoyance crosses his face.
Then he leans in again, voice low and coaxing.
"Wendy, my competition's in a week. You gotta give me some… motivation."
My stomach lurches.
I shove him back.
"I'm tired. I don't want to."
His brow furrows. "Don't kill the mood."
I turn and look him dead in the eye.
"If I'm killing your mood, then don't come here."
He stares at me for two seconds, jaw tight.
Then he turns and storms into the bathroom for a cold shower.
Seb's tablet beside my bed lights up with a notification—his account's still logged in.
The second I see what's on the screen, I freeze.
It’s a nude photo of me.
Luke: Bro, you haven't sent us any of Wendy's nude pics in a while. What happened? Feeling guilty? I'm getting bored of this one.
Seb: Shut up. Like I'd feel guilty about her. Just forgot to take new ones.
Seb: After I win next week, I'm proposing to Jess on the podium. Keep your mouths shut.
Luke: Wait—what about Wendy? You're not worried she'll lose it?
Seb: Jess is her best friend. She'd never do something to embarrass Jess.
Luke: Damn, bro. You really bagged two gorgeous women. What a fucking achievement.
I stare at the screen. My teeth clench so hard my jaw aches. I blink back the tears.
Then I call my coworker.
"Add an extra drug test during competition. Mid-race."
She pauses.
"A mid-competition test? Did we receive a tip?"
"Yes," I say. "And don't notify anyone in advance. Treat it as a surprise inspection."
Seb let it slip a few days ago that he's been using PEDs.
He's so sure I loved him too much to ever say a word.
He wants to win gold and propose to Jess on the podium?
Dream on.
I'll make sure he never even gets in the pool.
The bathroom door opens.
Seb walks out, spots me holding the tablet.
He tenses.
"What are you looking at? You seem pretty focused."
He reaches for it—but his phone rings.
Jess's name on the screen.
He declines the call, doesn't answer, and just throws on his clothes in a hurry.
"Since you don't wanna fuck, I won't bother you."
Then he walks out and slams the door behind him.
That night, Jess posts again on her anonymous account.
She posts a photo—half of Sebastian's face is visible as he kisses her.
第2章
I stare at the photo for a long time, then close my phone.
For the three years I've been with Sebastian, Jessica's always acted like she hates him.
They argue every single time they meet.
I've tried everything to keep the peace.
Now I see—they must've thought I was a total idiot.
The next morning, I arrive at the aquatic center early.
As team leader of the anti-doping unit, I need to run equipment checks before competition week.
I don't expect Seb and his teammates to be there already.
"Hey, it's Seb’s girlfriend!" Luke calls out with a grin.
"What brings you here? Coming to watch your man train?"
I bite down hard and keep my voice even.
"Just passing through. Routine check."
Seb smiles at me, all charm.
"Admit it—you missed me."
"After practice I'll drive you home. I'm craving your cooking."
I dodge his arm and force a tight smile.
"No need. I've got a meeting later. Eat on your own."
His face darkens instantly.
The old me would've apologized. Softened. Found a way to make him happy.
Now I feel nothing.
A familiar voice calls out from the entrance.
Jess glides over in a white sundress, all smiles.
She hooks her arm through mine, acting all sweet.
"Bestie! I knew you'd be here."
"Are you free this afternoon? Come shopping with me?"
Seb steps between us, pulling Jess away from me with exaggerated annoyance.
"Wendy's spending tonight with me. You—" he points at Jess, "—go find yourself a boyfriend already."
Jess pouts and punches his chest playfully.
"Shut up! Wendy and I are gonna be best friends forever. You're just the third wheel here."
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
I stand there like a spectator at someone else's show.
The other swimmers watch us with knowing looks. Like they're in on the joke.
Finally—maybe realizing something's off—Seb turns to me with an awkward laugh.
"Aren't you gonna tell your best friend to stop bullying me?"
I close my eyes for a second. Then open them.
"You two seem to be bonding just fine on your own."
Their smiles freeze. They exchange a glance.
Jess recovers first, grabbing my hand, pouting. "Who wants to bond with him? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't give him the time of day."
I'm done watching this performance.
I turn to leave—and Jess stumbles. Her hand clamps around my arm and yanks me sideways.
We both hit the water.
The second I go under, a vicious cramp seizes my calf. I can't kick. Can't push up. All I can do is thrash.
"Seb! Help me!" Jess screams his name from the surface.
Water floods my nose, my throat.
Seb dives in without hesitation—grabs Jess's arm—and pulls her to safety.
Not me.
Through the blur, I think I hear someone shout my name. Far away.
"Dude—Wendy's still under!"
Then everything goes dark.
第3章
I wake up in a hospital bed.
Jess and Seb are sitting beside me.
The moment my eyes open, Jess rushes over and grabs my hand, her eyes red and swollen.
"Wendy, I'm so sorry! I lost my balance—it's my fault you fell in."
Seb's tone is flat. Almost annoyed. "You can swim. How'd you sink?"
"Leg cramp," I say. My voice comes out cold and hard.
Jess sobs harder, tears streaming. "You scared me to death. If anything happened to you, I'd die too."
So fake.
That performance makes my skin crawl.
Seb clears his throat and pats Jess's shoulder—gently, like she's the one who almost drowned.
"The doctor said she'd just swallowed some water. She'll be out in a couple of days. "
"Relax. It's not a big deal."
Jess pouts at him. "What do you know? You don't understand what Wendy and I have."
I close my eyes.
"I'm tired. Both of you, leave."
Jess hesitates. Looks at me.
When I don't say anything else, they finally walk out together.
The room goes quiet.
But I can't stop replaying it—Seb's face when I surfaced. His first instinct wasn't to check on me. It was to comfort her.
God, I've been so blind.
That night, Jess posts again.
"Today I pulled her into the pool on purpose. I wanted her to see—with her own eyes—who her precious boyfriend really loves."
"Watching her get abandoned? God, that felt amazing."
The comments are ripping her apart. People can't understand why she'd do something like this.
Neither can I.
But Jess answers in the comments:
"She was born with a halo over her head. And I was always just her shadow."
"She was top of every class. And I was supposed to just disappear?"
"I hate her. I've hated her for ten years. I want to take everything she cares about."
Every word cuts deep.
Ten years of friendship.
Ten years of hatred.
I create a burner account and comment: "Do you even love her boyfriend?"
Jess replies fast: "A guy like that? She's the only one who'd want him."
"I just wanted to watch her suffer."
The comments keep tearing into her. I close the app.
My heart doesn't even hurt anymore.
Double betrayal. Am I unlucky—or lucky—that I get to see them both clearly at once?
I take screenshots of everything—every post, every comment. Evidence.
Jess got one thing right about me. I'm proud. And my dignity is not something anyone gets to stomp on.
The day I'm discharged, Jess and Seb come together to pick me up.
Jess is wearing a V-neck blouse. Low enough to show off the hickeys on her neck. Red, fresh, unmistakable.
"Wendy, how are you feeling? If you're still not well, you should stay a few more days."
Seb nods along. "Yeah, the competition's still two days away. Maybe rest a bit longer?"
I look up. My gaze lands on Jess's neck.
My fist clenches under the blanket. But I keep my face innocent.
"Jess… what happened to your neck?"
