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Alice’s picture. Pinned to the wall. Old school style photo paper. She was leaving The Pony when he took the photo.

Then the real prize. Another photo. Nadia. She had cut her hair and wore prostitute makeup. She was arriving home with a strange dark-skinned man. They were probably fucking. The slut that Nadia was, he wasn’t surprised. Then Nadia kissed the man on the cheek.

That sealed the deal. Greg was hard as a rock.

Greg’s life had been on a downward trajectory since the separation. He had lost everything…

Greg saw the popular pretty girls at work giggling. They were celebrating a birthday. Sandra was turning 24. But he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that they were laughing about him.

Look at Greg… His wife left him for her personal trainer… What a pathetic loser…

Greg had enough. It was one thing to be cucked in fantasy or porn. In real life it was painful. Nadia had wronged him — so he had abandoned her. At the diner.

“I don’t want you anymore…” He has said. He held onto those words tight.

He got up and stood in front of the office girls.

“You bitches! Stop talking about me!” Greg picked up the cake and threw it across the room.

One of the male co-workers stepped in to restrain him, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You ruined her birthday, Jerk!” One of the female co-workers said. Sandra was in tears.

Greg was fired.

He watched cheating porn in his flat for the next two months. Quickly adopting that incel aesthetic. The neck beard. Oily unshowered skin. Ketchup stains on his t-shirts and where his semen splashed.

Where the fuck was his wife?! He had stalked Mark… She wasn’t with him or working at the gym. Where was she?!

He had last seen her two months ago at the diner. He had sent the black hoodie after her. Maybe he did something really bad to her? Greg shook that thought out of his mind.

Nadia had blocked him on every social media. He couldn’t see any activity or even if her profile was active.

Greg laughed. He was such an idiot. Their devices were still GPS connected. It was a precaution for if they had ever lost their phones. He opened the app. A blip. Location: 103 Tinnelwood Street - The Pony. What is she doing at an old hotel?