THE 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 breathings snapped me.

My eyes shoot through the 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 sin. 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 saw utter darkness for a moment.

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

"Ooh, baby! This is why I prefer you a million times more than that workaholic fool in 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 took these bold steps, I would have collapsed right at the door.

"Ooh, honey!" The bimbo beneath him speaks, 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: 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!

Like, is this real? I am not having a horrible dream. 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 along? 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 took a long blink!

I thought tears would be swelling down my cheeks and my sobs would top 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 is a disgusting, stinking piece of trash!

"Yes, hun. Go deeper and harder, hun..ooh, 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 filthy 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 heartbreakers in the world. How could he? Just how dare he?

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

"Where were you fornicating?" I cut him off; the trembles were 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 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!" The smug on his ugly face tops this whole saga. It's like he was anticipating seeing me torn by this. He is relishing doing this to me. But why, after every damn thing I have done for this useless fool? How dare he repay me in this manner? What did I do to deserve this? "Come on, Balla! I know you are dying inside, and you want to kill me right now, so come on! I will do you the favor of answering all of your damn questions! I at the very least owe you that."

At the very least, huh?

This dog owes me everything he has. Everything he is made of. How dare he?

Joe's fists clench into tight balls, and he actually charged at this moron, but I stand in the middle, blocking him. He hisses some curses, shutting his eyes tight for a moment. His eyes are red, smoking fire as he peels them. "This man needs to know who he just messed with, B! Just let me teach him how to be a man!" Joe pleads, his lips trembling as he speaks. They always shake like this when he is pissed to the core.

"Ooh, I see you found some savior to fight for you, huh! Who is he, by the way?" Leon mocks behind me.

"You have no reason to know me, but if there is anything you should get into your thick skull, it is that I am not a motherfucker like you, dude!" Joe fires before I can speak. His eyes are firing death-screaming glances at Leon. He is pushing me as he aims at this son of a bitch.

"No, Joe! Joe!" I scream his name, and he stops, his questioning eyes locking mine. I shake my head. "This trash is not worth it, Joe! Cut it out!" I plead, and he steps back.

"Trash, huh? Is he better than I am?"

Ooh, my! What was that again?

I turn to Leon, a smirk plastered on my face. "Better than you? Don't insult yourself, Leon! Even a street dog is better than you, you know!" I fire, and he furrows his brows, trying to perhaps scour where I am getting the courage to handle this so freaking well.

He takes another step, and Joe takes one closer to me while I maintain my stand. "How dare you call me names? Were you dating trash? Were you dreaming of marrying trash?"

"Sadly, I didn't smell the stinking aura around you until now to know that you were indeed trash. But now I know." I respond calmly.

He discharges a bittersweet smirk. "That must be the sound of a broken wrench! You can try to fake it all you want, but I know this is pain speaking."

"Broken?" I laugh out loud like a maniac, my laughter reverberating throughout the entire room, confusing everyone. Who would afford a smile, not to mention laughter, in such a situation? Even I don't know how I am able to fake this. I lock my cold eyes with this jerk when the laughter fades. "For a nobody like you, Leon, it will take much more than fucking another bitch to break someone like Belladine Montana! But I don't expect much from such a filthy piece of trash like you, Leon. You two enjoy this while it lasts because, I assure you, you both will either marry in the streets where I took you from or in your invalid dreams! You should have known better than messing with someone who made you!"

I was about to hike outside before I betrayed the boldness that I am faking, but his bitch chose to come to Leon's rescue, stopping me in my tracks! "You can't do anything! Accept the fact that it didn't work between you and Leon! He found someone better, so the best you can do is to move on and let him be happy. Empty threats won't tie him down to you."

Huh?

"I don't need a pathetic, useless loser like this one for myself! I am a Montanan. I know my worth, and Leon does not deserve to even walk on the same ground that I do. You can have him all to yourself, but that is after I reduce him to the nobody that he was before I made him who he is now!" I shoot back.

The bimbo looks thunderstruck! She seems to be floating. She looks at Leon, who is averting everyone's gaze. "Hun? What is this woman talking about?"

"Ooh, I thought he loved you, so why do you look so lost? Didn't he tell you that I gave him everything that he has except his pathetic name? Everything from the house he lives in to the company that he runs, the cars, the clothes... He is a worthless dog without me, bitch!" She looks really clueless, but too bad I can't enjoy this show anymore.

The pain is stinging so bad. I feel like I am about to break down any minute from now. I need to head out, and before I know it, Joe is howling my name as I hike outside.

I don't even try to turn back, and his long strides are too slow to catch up with me. That is great because he shouldn't see me like this either.

Getting outside, I hail the first cab on the road. By sheer luck, the only luck that I happened to have today was that the cab was so near. By the time Joe reaches where I am, I have already hopped in and locked the doors. "Step on it!" I order, avoiding even looking through the window.

My face is drenched in tears. My heart is empty and shuttered.

"B? Bella!" He howls as the car speeds off.

"Where to, miss?" The driver asks after a moment.

"I don't know. To where people drown their sorrows."