The Sting Of Betrayal

Work has always been exhausting. Being a surgeon is not easy. Especially when I'm being called in at 2am in the morning. I had to stay in the operation room for more than five hours. It's 9am now and the coffee I'm holding is barely keeping my eyes open. Meanwhile, it's two times stronger than what I normally go for. I remove my coat and hang it up and pick up my handbag, ready to hit the road for home. I can hear my bed calling my name all the way from here. If I'm to spend a second more here I'll go crazy.

"You leaving Dr. Harding?" My assistant asks me and I nod

"If I stay here a second more I'll go totally crazy" I say with a smile.

I love my job. I totally do. I knew exactly what I was going in for when I decided to become a paediatric surgeon. But sometimes it gets really overwhelming.

Especially when you're being called in at the crack of dawn, the same time when sleeping is just getting better. Where I'm being cuddled in Ryan's arms.

I sigh at the thought.

Ryan and I have been together for eight years. He asked me to marry him last year and I was the happiest woman alive because I insanely love him. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love how he understands me and treats me like the perfect gentleman. I don't know why we haven't gotten married yet, but him being a Software engineer and me being a Surgeon, we barely have time to spare, hence, the stretch of our marriage ceremony. We're always changing dates I think both families are fed up.

I park my car and make my way up to our perfect condo. We created a home right out of highschool when we decided to move in together since it was going to make college easier. My father has a lot of apartments that he usually rents out so he decided to give this to us and it's been our home ever since.

The elevator dings and I move out as the doors slide open. I open our apartment with the key card and make my way in. The place is eerily quiet which is odd, Ryan is normally down here playing country music and brewing coffee at this time. I place my bag on the kitchen counter and wash my hands. I then decide to brew a pot of coffee myself. I pour a mug and pick up my bag, going upstairs to take a shower.

In as much as I love those kids I take care of, God knows I am exhausted and a good hot shower will make me so relaxed right now.

All of a sudden I get this uneasy feeling about Ryan and how quiet the place is, but I decide to forget about it. It's most probably nothing. He may not be home anyway. But as I get closer to our bedroom door, the sounds I hear make me even more anxious.

Is that moaning?

This is not what I think it is. I pull open the bedroom door and-

Oh my unlucky soul...

It's Ryan in bed with my own sister. Step sister but still my sister nonetheless. Or so I thought she was.

They are so engrossed in each other they didn't even hear the sound of the door opening, nor did they hear my footsteps and the loud gasps that escaped me.

The sight infront of me is revolting and disgusting. My first instinct is to call them out and give them a piece of my mind, pull Eva by her hair down these stairs. It's what any sane person would do.

Instead, I slowly close the door and make my way downstairs. I give my bestfriend a call the moment I sit in my car.

"Hey what's up? I figured you'd be home by now cuddling with your man after your shift" she says with a giggle

"He cheated Vee" I break down into tears immediately, but I decide not to let the weakest part of me emerge during this period.

"What do you mean he cheated? Who cheated?"

"Ryan! He cheated on me. I saw him in bed with Eva" I say with a voice full of pure rage and burning hatred.

"I always told you that 'sister' of yours is nothing but a conniving bitch. A poisonous snake right under green grass but you never understood. See why I said she has eyes for your man?"

"He's not my man"

Even though I can't deny the fact that she told me. My best friend Veronica always had that gift. The one that could tell perfectly how genuine a person was. She was more of a clairvoyant too. Which was sometimes horrifying as I wonder if I've befriended a human or some other creature.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing"

"Nothing?! What do you mean nothing?! You saw that idiot cheat and you decided to let him go just like that? Afterall you have done for him? If he didn't appreciate you even for a second and didn't consider your relationship of eight years and jumped into bed with that prostitute the least chance he had, why would you let him off so easily?" She asks in frustration. I may not be there, but I know Vee well enough to know that she's rubbing her temples by now.

"Who says I'm letting him off easily? I certainly won't allow him to make me look like a fool.

He's been pretending to love me when he's screwing my own sister behind my back"

"What are you going to do now then?"

"Don't worry Vee, I've got a game up my sleeve. He wouldn't know what hit him. He's going to receive the worst shock of his life. I'm going to ruin him and everything he's worked so hard for. He won't see it coming"