Chapter 1

I jump out of the taxi in a rush to get to my house. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. I have never been so excited or happy. Today will be the beginning of my happily ever after, and I am ready.

I had gotten a tip that Andrew would be proposing, and I want to make it special. It has been three years since he walked into my life. He was tall, with brown eyes, and accomplished. I could not believe it when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I run for the elevator as soon as I enter our building. I can't stop thinking about everything I need to get done.

I could already picture him kneeling with a ring in his hands. It is going to be wonderful tonight.

I hurriedly walk out of the elevator to our fifteenth-floor apartment. I open the door, and my heart drops. I can feel the blood draining from my face. My gaze is fixed on the clothes that are scattered all over the floor.

This is not possible. Not on our anniversary. Today, Andrew was meant to pop the question and ask me to marry him. How can I be so wrong?

It takes all the strength I have to follow the trail leading to the bedroom. I hear the soft laughter and moans from inside. I slowly open the door, hoping that I am wrong.

Through my teary eyes, I can see their passion for one another. I watch their intertwined bodies move in perfect rhythm. Every sigh of their pleasure breaks my heart even more. Andrew, face-deep in her thighs, in all his magnificence. His hands closed around her waist firmly. Her hands were drawing him in, and she was calling out his name.

“Andrew.” I can hear a stutter in my voice as I call out to him.

He lifts his face and stares at me with a blank expression.

“Wh... what are you doing here? I thought you were at work.”

“What am I doing here?” Andrew, is that all you have to say to me?” My anger was evident. “Who is she?” I can feel my body shaking and tears running down my cheeks.

Andrew stands up and starts to walk towards me.

“Babe, listen”

I can't believe this. Is he really trying to explain? I start walking towards the bed, but he grabs me. Who is she, Andrew?” I scream, “Who is she?” I can hear the pain in my voice as I fight to get free.

I need to know who he has been betraying me with.

“Megra, please stop. Let me explain.”

His hands are firm on my shoulders. Is he protecting her? I lift my tear-stained face to him before I slap his hands off me and push him away.

I shove him away and run to the top of the bed. I pull the covers from her face.

Becca! This is not true.

My legs feel weak. I drop to the floor. This is unbelievable. This was not what I expected. My best friend? My partner in crime? How? Why? How was she able to? How were they able to? I'm having trouble breathing. I have a sharp pain in my chest that feels like it's tearing out my heart. My body had no strength at all. I toss a confused glance at Andrew. My expression of disgust masks how much I hate him. How could such a wonderful and happy day go so terribly wrong? Was everything fake?

Becca had been the one to tell me about Andrew's plan to propose. She introduced us. I try to talk, but nothing comes out. I slowly get up, using the dresser for support. I looked at Becca before walking to the closet.

Finally, I let out a whisper, “How long?”

"Megra, it's not like that!”

I cannot believe what I am hearing. Not like that?

I start stuffing my things into a suitcase, only one thought racing through my mind: Do not let them see you cry. My shoulders are hunched in defeat, and my eyes are hollow and hopeless as I lift my face to look at Andrew.

"Baby, listen to me.” His voice scratching at my soul. This was a mistake.”

I look at Becca, still in bed. There was no effort to leave or say anything. I could feel Andrew's hand on me.

"Megra, you have to listen to me.”

I let out a saccharine laugh.

Andrew's expression turns cold.

"Where will you go? Huh!" he starts shouting. “You are nothing without me. Nothing." He was angry.

I have never seen this side of him.

“In fact, you should join us and consider it my anniversary gift to you."

“what!” I cannot believe what he is saying. How can he?

What's happening? Tears are streaming down again, and my mind is racing. How can Andrew treat me like this? Why does he behave as if I am at fault? I had built my entire life around this man, and now I felt as if I had been thrust into the worst situation I had ever encountered. It hurts when Andrew grabs my hand. He has anger in his eyes. I push him off and gather my belongings. I run for the door.

"Megra!” He screams, “If you leave, don’t bother coming back. You have nothing."