Chapter 3
Dorothy's POV
"I.... "
"Have to go" I completed the words but the disappointed look on his face made me feel like I was wrong. "If that is ok," I added.
"Of course, it was nice talking to you."
"Yeah," I said and turned to leave him. I expected him to call me back, but he didn't. "He must be disappointed. Why would he want to spend more minutes with something as boring as me?" I asked myself.
I looked around for Lilly but couldn't find her. I wondered where she could have gone to. Perhaps she was too heartbroken by his words. I asked one of the ladies I knew at the party about her whereabouts, and they informed me, they saw her going to the main house.
I went out of the room to look for her, but I couldn't find her. I realized I was in the storage room and decided to head back when I heard soft moans coming from the room.
I recognized that voice instantly. It was Elijah. He was inside with a woman, on his shameful act again.
For all places to fuck, a storage room in someone's else house. It is so embarrassing and I won't allow my ear to be stained by his shameful act. I attempted to leave but stopped when I heard another familiar voice.
"Oh, Elijah" The woman moaned and I could lay down my life that I heard Lilly's voice, but that would be absurd.
"Why will she be having sex with Elijah? It makes no sense. Maybe I mistook her for someone else," I muttered to myself. I heard it the second time and I knew it was no mistake.
I moved to the storage door and opened the door as slowly as I could, I peeked in and everything became clear to me. My best friend with her hair disheveled is fucking my husband. I couldn't think straight. Lilly is the person I trusted most in my life but she is having sex with my husband, the man she claimed to hate because he cheats on me.
Earlier she was angry at him for flirting with another woman. I thought she was angry on my behalf but she wasn't.
Even though she has been doing was for herself, how could she?
And once again Elijah has taken something so precious to me. This time, it is my best friend.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my husband and my best friend make out, the sound of their kiss, Lilly's moans, everything was echoing in my head.
The girl I trusted and loved with everything, betrayed me and had been sleeping with my husband behind my back. The betrayal was just too much for me to handle, I didn't know what to do, go inside and confront them, or just stand still and continue watching them.
Do they even feel any guilt? How could they do this to me? It never hurts when Elijah slept with my maids or women from outside, I was obedient and never did anything, but Lilly? Lilly… is so different.
She is mine. My person. She was meant to be mine, not his. "How could they? How could she? I entrusted my marriage with her and she did this." I thought angrily.
I wondered how long this has been going on. When did they start this?
I didn't want to watch anymore. It was so disgusting. I took a step back from the door and left. I didn't know where I was going, but I just wanted to go away, far from them.
My tears were blinding my eyes but I had to keep walking. I didn't want to be seen by them, I didn't want to be seen by anyone, I just wanted to be alone.
But nothing I wanted ever happened. Nothing. "Ah!" I screamed after bumping into someone. I didn't look up to know who, but I could tell it was a man.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" His voice was so soft and warm, filled with concern for me, I looked at myself to be sure of the person in front of me.
And he was, standing in front of me. Marcelo Giovanni. The last person I want to see right now. "Why does he have to see in my pathetic stage?" I lamented.
Is it hard for the universe to just let me be happy, I can't keep my marriage and friendship. Can't I continue to make a good impression on the man I once loved?
"Dorothy," He called after seeing the tears on my face and cupped my cheeks. Maybe being in my pathetic stage does have benefits.
That is the only way, I get Marcelo to look at me, call my name and even touch me. His hand were so large and soft, that it felt so warm on my cheeks and it gave me some form of comfort.
"What is wrong with you? What happened to you?" he asked. He looked so angry for someone I wasn't on talking terms with. I looked at my surroundings and I realized that we were outside. I could still hear the music coming from inside the house and I knew if Elijah and Lilly were done, they would come to look for me.
"Right now, I don't want to see any of them. I want to be far from them, but I don't know how."
"I don't want to be here," I muttered so lowly that I doubted he could hear but he did. "Then let's get out of here" he held my hand before I could think twice about anything. He took me to where he parked his car and urged me to enter.
I did as told and he centered the passenger seat, taking me out of the party. I don't know if this is right, going somewhere with another man while my husband is inside.
"Ah, that is right. My husband is inside fucking my best friend. So going on a ride with another man is nothing compared to that."
The ride to where he was taking me was so silent, and to be honest I was anxious. Marcelo is not just any man. He is someone I have loved since my college days, even though we never say much and I doubt he sees me as someone to be attracted to, and it still doesn't change how attractive he is to me.
The car suddenly stopped in front of a hotel. If I didn't know better, I would think he brought me here
But when we got out and he led us inside the bar, I finally understood. There were no people there. Just the bartender. He wanted to have as much privacy as I wanted and to talk. I never thought him to be so invisible and thoughtless. Elijah wouldn't have cared if I wanted privacy or not. He only does things that make him feel good and happy, and I always indulge him.
"I apologize if you don't find this comfortable. I don't know much place for you to be alone. This is all I can think of, but if you don't like it...." he trailed off.
"Thank you. No one has ever cared about my feelings or what I truly want. So, thank you for caring"
His cheeks turned red. "Is he angry or is he blushing?" I wondered. I had no idea, but at that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to do whatever pleases me.
I went to the bar and took a seat. Marcelo sat next to him and the bartender told us our order. I'm not a drinker, but tonight I could use a drink. It isn't every day you get to have a drink with someone you love and catch your husband fucking your best friend.
"So, do you want to talk about why you were crying? I know I'm in no place to ask, but you were hurt earlier, so if you will, please tell me" he asked, more like he was pleading.
He is so polite and calm, and that is why he is so different from Elijah. "If it was inverse and I married him instead of my husband, would I be happy?" I wondered.
The thought was dreamy, but a woman can wish, can't she? I took a deep breath before I started. I wanted to let it out of my mind and also, need someone to confide in.