My Fiancé Called Me Boring in Bed

"Are you still staring at a screen?" Sophie asked, her voice tinny over the speakerphone.

"Just our shared calendar," I replied, tapping the blue icon on my home screen.

"Find anything good?"

"Four new entries." I scrolled down to the upcoming week. "All labeled 'Client Dinner'."

"Let me guess. Tuesday afternoons?"

"Thursday and Friday nights. Next two weeks." I pressed the side buttons on my phone. The shutter sound echoed in the quiet living room, capturing the schedule.

"Check the history," Sophie instructed. "Match it up."

I opened my hidden photo vault and pulled up the bank statements from yesterday. "I'm comparing them right now."

"Read the dates to me."

"August 18th. September 10th. October 15th." I swiped back to the calendar app, tracing the grid with my index finger. "Every single one falls on a Friday. The pattern hits every one to two weeks."

"He's a creature of habit."

"He lacks imagination."

"What about the boss?" Sophie asked. "Rachel Wong."

"I'm pulling up her LinkedIn." I navigated to the search bar and typed her name. "Her profile is fully public."

"Corporate climbers usually are. They love an audience. What's her latest post?"

"An industry award ceremony," I read the caption aloud. "'Honored to represent Apex Solutions at the summit. Big wins for the sales team.'"

"Any pictures?"

"Just one." I tapped the thumbnail, expanding the high-resolution image across my screen. "Rachel is standing center frame. She's holding a glass trophy. Wearing a very sharp silver dress."

"Is he there?"

I dragged my thumb across the glass, scanning the blurred background behind her. My finger stopped near the edge of the frame. "Yes."

"Doing what?"

"Standing half a step behind her right shoulder." I studied the angle of his jaw, the cut of his suit. "They are facing the exact same direction. His silhouette is unmistakable."

"Screenshot it."

"Already done."

"Check the date of the post, Vera."

I glanced at the timestamp just below Rachel's name. "Last Wednesday. The 26th."

"Wait," Sophie said, her tone sharpening. "Didn't he have a server crisis that night?"

"He claimed he worked overtime until eleven," I confirmed. I opened my Notes app, creating a new line beneath the hotel receipt.

*Award ceremony date = overtime until 11 PM.*

"So he lied about a server crash to attend a gala with his boss."

"And he didn't even get a trophy."

Sophie let out a harsh laugh. "You're entirely too calm about this."

"I'm busy."

"Do you need me to come over?"

"No. I have a phone call to make."

"To him?"

"To someone more useful. I'll text you later."

"Be careful, Vera."

"Always."

I ended the call. The apartment plunged into absolute silence.

I sat on the edge of the living room sofa, resting the phone flat against my knees. The screen went dark, reflecting the white ceiling overhead.

Two minutes passed. I didn't move. I didn't blink.

A strange sensation crawled up my throat. Not a sob. Not a scream of frustration.

I smiled. A wide, genuine grin stretched across my face, revealing my teeth to the empty room. My chest felt incredibly light. The heavy, suffocating fog of the last three years evaporated, leaving behind a sharp, crystal-clear focus.

I unlocked the screen and opened my contacts list. I scrolled past Daniel, past my mother, stopping at a name Sophie had given me months ago for a friend's contract dispute.

*Lawyer Lin.*

I pressed the green dial icon. The line rang three times.

"Lin and Associates. This is David Lin." The voice was brisk, professional.

"Mr. Lin, my name is Vera Lim. Sophie Tan gave me your number."

"Ah, yes. Sophie is an excellent client. How can I help you today, Ms. Lim?"

"I need to schedule a consultation."

"What type of case are we discussing?"

I kept my voice perfectly steady. No waver. No hesitation. "I need to understand the standards for identifying joint property during a cohabitation period."

Papers rustled on his end of the line. "Are you currently separating from your partner?"

"I am preparing to."

"I see. Our firm handles civil property disputes frequently. Are you legally married, or strictly cohabitating?"

"Cohabitating," I answered. "But our finances are heavily entangled."

"Do you have documentation?"

"I have bank statements, receipts, and timelines."

"Excellent. We require a one-hour initial meeting to assess the viability of your claim. I have an opening tomorrow at two in the afternoon. Does that work for you?"

"Yes," I said. "I confirm."

"Bring all your documents, Ms. Lim. We will review everything then."

"I will see you tomorrow at two."

I hung up the phone.

Switching back to the Notes app, I moved to the bottom of the list.

*Lawyer booked.*

I hit save and locked the device.

I stood up and walked toward the hallway closet. Daniel would be home in three hours. He would expect a hot dinner and a quiet, compliant partner waiting by the door.

I reached for my coat. Let him eat cold rice tonight.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text message from Daniel illuminated the screen.

*Client dinner tonight. Don't wait up.*

I stared at the glowing letters. It was Tuesday. He had just bumped his schedule up.

I grabbed my keys from the console table. I knew exactly which restaurant to visit.