Roomie In The Shower Exclusive — Cornering My Homewrecking

I waited in my bedroom, listening. Front door clicks. Footsteps. The groan of the water pipes. Then, the sound of the shower curtain rings scraping.

You’ve seen the "stolen" glances. You’ve found the receipts. You’ve felt the cold shift in your own home. But when the person sleeping down the hall is the one dismantling your life, "talking it out" over coffee doesn't cut it. cornering my homewrecking roomie in the shower exclusive

Alex's expression changed, and he looked away, avoiding my gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered. I waited in my bedroom, listening

I took a deep breath, then slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open. Alex was standing under the stream of water, his eyes closed as he let out a relaxed sigh. But as soon as he heard the door open, his eyes snapped open and he turned to face me. The groan of the water pipes