BETRAYAL

In my bewilderment, or is it simply as a result of how Joe's eyes were holding mine, I didn't realize the door opening until some erotic voices and sinful moans and breathing snapped me.

My eyes shoot through the slightly open door and into the small room. They brush through the pieces of discarded clothes and shoes on the floor as they trace the bed where the salacious blusters are coming from.

Unfortunately for me, it is not just my ears that are getting irritated, but my eyes turn sore after seeing the most abominable scene playing before my eyes. From the rhythmic dance of their lower parts of the body as they meet each other halfway on pleasure to their heavy breaths and deep meets of satisfaction.

I see utter darkness for a moment.

I would have asked Joe why he brought me to watch p**n of all the things in the world, but that question twirled around the tip of my tongue after hearkening to a very familiar voice.

"Ooh, baby! This is why I prefer you a million times more than that workaholic fool of Montana! You are always at my disposal whenever I need to exercise this tool, and, ooh, you offer the best bed service."

That...that voice! That voice?

That...that...

'No!' A loud bell of mental rejection rings in my head. It can't be him!

But that voice! And he mentioned Montana! Given the situation, he must be referring to a female Montana here, and that can only be one—me!

My head is spinning as I drag my feet inside, bewilderment and incredulity fueling my every step. I appreciate more the support system that I am clinging to right now, Joe. If there was no one beside me as I take these bold steps, I would have collapsed right at the door.

"Ooh, honey!" The bimbo beneath him moans, and I also think I have heard that revolting voice somewhere else. But where? "I can't wait to watch her go insane as we slap the truth in her face: that it is our wedding that we are planning and not hers! Then we can do this all day!"

What?

Hell is breaking loose!

I feel like their wish is coming true. I am fuming insane! I want to collapse right here, but I can't tell what is fueling my steps further.

Like, is this real? I am not having a horrible dream or something? Is this the man that I am planning to marry in two Gawddamned weeks?

Is this Leon saying such trash about me? Me? Seriously? Like, he was fooling me all this while? He has been screwing another woman and squandering my money with another bitch that he plans to spend his life with.

How on earth is this happening?

I take a long blink!

I thought tears would be swelling down my cheeks and my sobs would outdo the moans of these two immoral, heartless snakes by the time I peel them, but for some strange reason, they are scorched, except for the pain of the sense of betrayal cutting through my heart.

Joe squeezes my hand again, perhaps assuring me of his support. I turn to him, and we lock eyes.

How did he know all this? He was miles away. How could he have known this betrayal that was being played under my nose, and I didn't even suspect it?

"Hun? The door...didn't you lock it?" The bimbo asks, trying to nudge Leon off her, who seems like he is about to climax.

"Ooh, ooh, I...did. Hun... Are you close? I am coming, babe."

The fool is too much into this to care about the door.

This disgusting, stinking piece of trash!

"Yes, hun. Go deeper and harder, hun. Oh, aaah. But the door, Leon! It's open!" The bitch speaks again between pleasure and worry. Worry of a third eye or ear attesting to their betrayal. Woe unto them! Disgusting fools!

"Don't mind it! I am sure I locked it."

"No, you did not, you worthless son of a bitch!"

That also did not come out as a cry like I anticipated. No! It came out so flat, so low and raw, pulling these fools from their beckoning cloud nine.

Leon falls to the side, exposing the face of his partner in crime, Rina, the head of our wedding planners' team.

I can't believe this!

Wow! I mean, what a betrayal, huh? I have heard of heartless people, but this jerk is the worst of all heart-breakers in the world. How could he? Just how dare he?

"Bella? How did you get in? How did you know where?"

"Where you were fornicating?" I cut him off; the trembles are all gone.

My breathing is all steady, and I emit a chuckle that I can't tell how I afforded in the midst of this betrayal, the suffocating aura, and the nudes before me.

"Well, surprise, Leon and Rina! Or should I say, the soon-to-be newlyweds?" I smirk again. "Let's just say that light has a way of exposing what was done in darkness," I state.

They are both looking at me with confusion. They seem lost and swimming in disbelief. This bitch's face is full of wrinkles. Oh, I know. I can even feel Joe's eyes scorching the side of my face.

"What? You expected me to start crying and asking some damn rhetorical questions?" I shoot at these fools, and I get another thumbs-up squeeze from Joe, perhaps commending me for my strange bravery.

I don't know where I am getting all this bravery from, but for whatever source I am getting it from, I am grateful. I can't afford to break down in front of these two pathetic souls. I cannot give them the satisfaction of making a good fool of me and top it by showing them just how much they have shattered my soul.

"Won't you?"

I shoot at this rotten jerk as he tucks his shrunk forbidden tool under the sheet that is soaked with evidence of their betrayal.

"Won't you ask why, at least? Don't act like this does not hurt, Bella. Don't act like you don't care or like you saw this coming. I know you!"