Her cheating boyfriend

Freda POV’s

“Sit, Freda,” Miranda, my best friend, said as she gestured for me to sit down with a weird expression which got me extremely worried.

“What’s wrong Miranda?” I couldn’t help but ask.

I was curious because of her attitude since she came back from the mall. She’s been acting really strange and it’s been freaking me out.

She sighed as she sat beside me, holding my hands in hers.

“I don’t know how to say this Freda, but Jake isn’t the right man for you,” She said, biting her lower lip as if contemplating on the words she just told me.

I slowly pulled away my hand from hers, wondering where she got the guts to say that. She was my best friend for crying out loud!

Jake and I have been dating for three years now, in fact, we’re already engaged. So I don’t know why she’d say such rubbish about him.

“You’re my friend, Miranda. But, I won’t tolerate it when you say trash about Jake, a man I’m about to get married to,” I replied strictly, trying to prevent myself from yelling at her.

“I’m sorry, Freda. But I have caught Jake cheating countless times. I just didn’t want to tell you about it because I know how much you love him. Nevertheless, seeing him today at the mall kissing another lady, I couldn’t stop myself. I hate the way he’s cheating and disrespecting you,” She said as she cleaned the little drop of tears that fell from her eyes.

I moved backwards not wanting to believe my ears.

“That’s a lie, Miranda. Jake loves me and he won’t cheat on me,” I said, shaking my head. My legs failed me as it was shaking vigorously with my breath hitched.

“Here, I took a video of them,” She said and she gave me her phone.

I hurriedly took the phone with a tiny bit of my heart squeezing in an unknown pain. I tapped on the video only to see exactly what Miranda had said.

Yet, I was still in denial, refusing to accept the truth right in front of me.

“I went to the mall to get some stuff,” she paused and she stared at me who was waiting for her anxiously.

“When I got there, I saw him kissing another girl. At first I didn’t believe it was him not until he turned around and I got to see his face clearly,” She said, taking a shaky breath.

“J-Jake is cheating on me?” I asked no one in particular as her words sunk in, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks.

Tears began to stream down my cheeks, and I struggled to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe my boyfriend, the person I loved and trusted, had betrayed me in the worst possible way.

“It's going to be okay," Miranda said, pulling me into a hug.

All I could do at that instant was try to steel my heart to the truth I refused to believe.

" I'm here for you, and we'll figure this out," She assured but I was willing to give Jake the benefit of the doubt.

I didn’t want to believe he’d throw away the three good years we’ve been together, through thick and thin with each other.

I quickly pulled away from her arms and I wiped off my face.

“I’m going to see Jake, he wouldn’t cheat on me, he wouldn’t!” I half yelled, refusing to see the truth which was right in front of me.

“Oh honey," Miranda said, her voice soft and full of sympathy.

I didn’t want any fucking sympathy. I just wanted to hear him say all of this was a prank or a dream I needed to wake up from. Without waiting for any further delay, I rushed out of the room.

“Freda! Freda! You can’t leave, we can go in the morning,” Miranda yelled and she ran after me, but I paid deaf ears to her.

I ran across the road, my breath coming in gasps. My heart was racing, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I waved down a cab, and I got in together with Miranda who hurriedly rushed in.

“Go!" I yelled at the driver, my voice hoarse from crying.

The cab immediately hit the road, the tires squealing as they hit the pavement. I leaned back against the seat, my body trembling. Miranda was silent, but she wrapped her arms around me, giving me comfort.

[An hour later]

I stumbled out of the cab, and I quickly ran to Jake’s apartment. I froze as I saw the high-heeled shoe lying just outside the door of Jake’s room. My heart sank, and a wave of nausea hit me, But then I shook my head, trying to push away the dark thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm me.

“It's probably just a friend,” I assured myself, my voice sounding hollow in my own ears. But even as I said the words, I knew I didn’t believe them. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

I gently pushed the door open and I walked in only to be welcomed with sounds of moans and a lady’s voice screaming for him to go harder.

“N-no, No!” I yelled and I ran to his room to witness the unholy sight with my two eyes.

Jake and Ashley were both naked on the bed having sex. This was the same lady he told me was his cousin's sister, meaning I’ve been played countless times without noticing a thing.

How foolish was I to believe him.

“Jake!” I yelled, standing by the doorway, my arms folded across my chest.

I was trembling with anger, my eyes blazing with fury. Jake sat on the bed, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. I could see he tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. He knew he had finally been caught after all these years of playing me like I was a fool.

My voice was cold and hard as I spoke, covering the pains I felt within.

“What do you have to say for yourself?" I demanded, my tone leaving no room for excuses.

My mouth fell open in shock as Jake stood up completely naked. Instead of the shame or remorse I had expected to see on his face, he was smiling.

“You think this is funny?" I asked, my voice at the verge of breaking down.

Jake laughed harder, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You're so naïve, it's hilarious," he said, his tone full of mockery. I felt my blood boil, and my eyes glinting in anger.

“Yes I know I deflowered you Freda, but you just sucks on bed okay? You can’t even satisfy me. You’re a total waste!”

I recoiled as if I had been slapped. His words were like a knife to my heart, and I felt my breath caught in my throat.

"How dare you," I said, my voice shaking.“I have always given you my all, and this is how you repay me?”

Jake scoffed and then a look of contempt passed over his face.

“Yeah I know you’ve been the one paying my bills and all, but you just can’t satisfy me like the way she does,” he sneered and Ashley smiled running his chest.

“Really huh? Is that what you take me for? A sex tool?” I asked hoping he wouldn’t say anything that would hurt me further, but instead his next words crushed me.

“I know you’re daft but I didn’t expect you to be this stupid. Fine! From the start I never loved you, but seeing all the good things you provided for me, I decided to give it a try. But now I don’t think I can continue this three years of being in a hellhole with you, because I love Ashley,” He said seriously without remorse and he kissed her in front of me.

Before she could think, I lunged forward and my hand flew out and connected with Jake’s face. The sound of the slap echoed in the room, and for a moment the only sound was the ringing in his ears.

Jake’s hand flew to his face, his eyes wide with shock and pain.

"You hit me?" he asked, his voice trembling. "You actually hit me?"

“Thanks for making me happy these past three years even if it was all pretense. But I hope we'll never see each other ever again!” I spat and I ran out of the room, letting my tears flow freely.

“Hey are you okay?" Miranda asked the moment she saw me, her voice etched with concern and worry. She didn’t actually follow me in.

I shook my head, unable to speak. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I could feel her body shaking.

“Come on, let’s go home, he doesn’t deserve you,” She said and she tried to hold me but I moved backwards.

“He actually broke up with me because I’m not good in bed,” I said, choking on my own words.

“It hurts like hell Miranda, I’m tired,” I cried and she quickly pulled me in her arms.

“You’ll get through this, it’s gonna be fine,” She said and I slowly pulled away from her, wiping away the tears in my eyes.

“Do you know of any nearby clubhouse? I wanna fuck and get wasted. Only by tasting another dick I’d know if I’m really bad at sex,” I stated, feeling the anger shrugging through my veins.

I’m tired of being the goody-shoes.