Trashley: Thirty-Nine
Cecelia, you’re breaking my heart
My apartment became an evidence room, in which Kirsten and I sorted through Ashley’s belongings, trying to piece together a year’s worth of lies. I was able to unlock one of Ashley’s secret burner phones, where I discovered a string of text messages between her and Cecelia, proving that Ashley had cheated on her with me, and also proving that Ashley’s family had helped cover up our affair. Even worse, Ashley was fully involved in the creation of baby number two.
I felt like a pedestrian, standing on the sidewalk waiting for the sign to change when a dump truck backed into me and unloaded a huge pile of bullshit on my head. I barely had a chance to process the catfishing schemes before discovering Ashley was living a double life.
Everything, even her family, disgusted me.
I couldn’t believe I had wasted a year dating such a villain. To lie, cheat, and gaslight a pregnant woman should earn Ashley and her family VIP seating at the devil’s table in Hell, where I imagine they’ll be forced to sit with each other for an eternity with no chance of parole.
My phone rang, it was Ashley.
I had to play it cool for now. I needed time to sort her things and couldn’t risk arousing her suspicions and causing her to fly back early. I put…
