That horrible day

Lilith's POV

As I walked out of Bastian's house, tears streamed down my face. I was hurt and angry at his stubborn, old ways. I understand he’s trying to protect me, I really do, but I can’t help how much I want him. Who wouldn’t want a man like Bastian Lockhart, CEO of S-Electronics, the best phone company in New York City? Bastian is the kind of man that looks at you and just makes you weak in your knees.

I hadn’t meant to fall in love with Bastian. Growing up with him and my dad around was the best feeling ever. The fact that someone so powerful was friends with my dad and took care of me as if I was the greatest treasure ever made him even more appealing.

I wish things could have stayed that way without me complicating them. When I turned sixteen, Bastian started to seem less like an uncle and more like someone I was attracted to. I could have blamed it on teenage hormones, but now I don’t know what to think.

I never planned to go after Bastian. He had always been my sweet uncle that all my friends were jealous of. I wanted it to stay that way, so I hid my crush. When Sofia, Bastian’s daughter, died, he was so broken. I thought he might not make it. I was so happy when he pulled through.

My crush for Bastian turned into an obsession that started to eat away at me. So, I decided to move to Los Angeles, where my mom lives. I even got myself a boyfriend to try to forget him. Markle was sweet, kind, and really handsome. We were the stars of Jammies University. Everyone knew Markle because his father was a politician.

Markle was two years older than me, and I loved that. I thought my life was finally balanced, even though my relationship with my mom was still falling apart, as usual. I didn’t call my dad about it. I didn’t even tell him about Markle. I wanted us to graduate first, then I’d introduce them. That was the plan, until that horrible day.

April 30, 2022

Markle was going to be so happy. It was our second anniversary. I hummed to myself as I made my way to his apartment, excited to surprise him. I looked at the grocery bags in my hands. I was going to make Markle’s favorite meals; beef stew, mac and cheese, and roasted chicken.

Whenever I was with Markle, I was glad I moved to Los Angeles. Otherwise, I would have still been stuck, thinking about Bastian. My dad said Bastian was doing better than he was since I left two years ago. I was happy he was moving on. Bastian deserved the world, and so did I. I had seen him on the news a lot lately, and he didn’t look as grief-stricken as before.

When I got to Markle’s place, I parked my Porsche 911 in the garage. This car was my baby. Bastian had gifted it to me for my twentieth birthday last year. It was a special edition, not something just anyone could get, but Bastian, being the business mogul he is, ordered it just for me. A 911 Carrera S Exclusive Edition in Carmine Red Metallic. Everyone knew how rare it was to get one of those.

I shut the car door, picked up my grocery bags, and went inside the elite apartment complex for Jammies University. I greeted the receptionist and the security guard, tipping them as I always did. They worked hard, so they deserved it.

When I reached Markle’s door, I typed in the password and let myself in. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had understood the sad looks the receptionist and guard gave me. Maybe then I could have avoided the pain and betrayal I was about to face.

Inside, clothes were scattered everywhere. Markle wasn’t the neatest person, but he had a housekeeper who cleaned every morning.

Why was the place such a mess? Did something bad happen? Could there be a robber in the apartment? These were the crazy thoughts racing through my mind. I felt like I should call the police. My hands shook, my emotions all over the place.

Then I heard noises coming from his bedroom, moans, a woman’s voice, and Markle’s voice. It hit me then. The mess, the disarray, Markle was cheating on me. Tears of pain and anger filled my eyes.

Where did it all go wrong? We were so good together. How long had he been cheating? Those were the questions that were racing through my mind. I quietly walked toward the bedroom, where the sounds were coming from. What I saw was beyond anything I could have imagined.

Inside were my mom, Beatrice Hale, and my best friend, Ella, with my boyfriend Markle, all tangled up together. I had only heard of “ladder style” in adult movies, but here it was, in real life, right in front of me. I felt like my life flashed before my eyes, twice.

The grocery bags fell from my hands with a loud thud, snapping them out of whatever world they were in. Motherfuckers. My mom? My mother and my best friend?

“Lilith?” Ella called out, fear written all over her face.

“Babe, I’m sorry. It’s not what it looks like,” Markle said, quickly pulling himself away from my mom’s pussy. I had never seen anything more disgusting in my entire life.

My mom stayed silent. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look at me. How could she? Ha… ha… ha… I started laughing, crying harder as the reality of the situation hit me.

I didn’t say a word. I just walked out, picked up the grocery bags, and left. I wasn’t about to cry on an empty stomach. I was going to drink my favorite, expensive wine and cook that mac and cheese.

“Lilith, please, let me explain!” Markle called, running after me and fumbling with his pants. What was there to explain? My mom, my best friend, and my boyfriend were all sleeping together. What more did I need to know?

I got into my car and drove off, grateful that I had my own apartment. I was thankful I had gotten it a year ago when things with my mom started falling apart. I was also glad I had graduated from university. As I drove home, I let the tears fall, but I knew I couldn’t tell my dad. I didn’t want to burden