Chapter 1

I close the door of my car gently and quietly walk up to my front porch, giggling at the fact that I am sneaking into my house. I am supposed to be at work but I left early to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday and our anniversary.

We have been together for four years, and it has been bliss; even though it took a lot of effort for me to agree at first, I don't regret it.

I try to open the door and realize it is already open. I walk in and see a beautiful candle dinner set on the dining table; there are cute little petals everywhere, and I am lost for words.

Tears blur my eyes as I take in my surroundings; he must have been planning to surprise me and I ruined it. I walked to the table, there was a collection of all his favorite dishes, which I didn't mind since it was his birthday.

My eyes catch something that makes me freeze; the glass that already had wine in it had something on it, red lipstick.

"Please don't let it be what I am thinking, "I whisper and look at the stairs to our bedroom nervously; I walk towards it, and there laying at the foot of the stairs are a pair of sexy red pumps.

I am In a daze as I walk up the stairs and pass by other pieces of clothes that aren't mine; I get to our door, still hoping I am seeing things.

The door is slightly opened, allowing me to see what is happening inside the room without having to open it, and my blood runs cold as I stand for a few minutes watching just to make sure I didn't mistake this. My blood starts to boil.

I swing open door so hard that it hits the walls with a bang, the sheer force enough to probably rip the door off its hinges if it wasn't properly screwed. I have never resorted to taking my anger out on an object before, I am more of taking deep breaths to calm my anger down than to even fling my pillow towards a wall after screaming into it, but am too distracted by the sight in front of me to register that if I was strong I could have damaged the door and the wall.

My boyfriend surges forward as soon as he sees me near the door and topples off the bed He quickly composes himself and wraps a blanket that was lying on the floor around his waist before searching for something, most likely his clothes that I passed by on my way up to our bedroom.

Moving my gaze from my pathetic-looking boyfriend, I turn my gaze to his sister; she has a satisfied look on her face and does not bother to cover up her naked body, definitely not feeling guilty about being caught by me.

"Why the fuck are you in our bed with your sister " I yell. The first thing that comes to my mind, though it obviously should have been ', how could you cheat on me ' but I can't help but feel disgusted after watching their display of intent.

"You are so fucking stupid; I am not his sister, " Anastasia says; for as long as four years, she has been his sister; well,l that is how he introduced her to me.

I couldn't help but feel relieved after hearing that; no longer caring about what she was saying; I turned back to my ex-boyfriend, David.

"Babe, I can explain, " he says, rushing toward me after successfully finding some sweatpants. I don't move from my position, looking directly at his face, hopin no emotion is clear on my face, daring him to touch me.

He notices my stance and stops himself from touching me at the last minute; he stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his head; the way he is avoiding any bit of eye contact with me, finding the ground more interesting, says it all.

He thought I was not going to hear him and walk away, in fact, I am sure he hoped I would, so he would reach out a day or two after I have calmed down to tell me some bullshit story that probably took him a few hours to come up with, because right now he had none, he can't come with any excuse to tell me. How pathetic.

"Please go right ahead, explain what am seeing right now, why you just finished fucking your so-called sister on our bed, come on, I am a generous girlfriend so I will wait for one of your bullshit excuses," I say sitting on the chair reminding myself not to touch that bed, but as I sit on hit a shiver runs down spine hoping that they didn't ruin this chair as well.

"Come on, my love, tell her the truth, that you have been playing her all this time, " Anastasia says with a mischievous smile; David glares at her for a few seconds before clearing his throat and stuttering.

"Come on BABE, spit it out or do you need more time to think of a lie, like everything you have been telling me, since the beginning of our relationship, I will wait, maybe it will make me laugh," I say waiting for him to say something, he disappoints me by open and closing his mouth like a goldfish, looking at him now make me feel like slapping myself.

How could I be so naive and foolish to think that he loves me? No one has ever loved me before, so why did I think an idiot with a dozen red flags would?

" How much did you hear? " he finally says, his eyes holding remorse but I know it's more about being caught than doing the act that he is sad about. I think about their conversation while they were having fun.

"Baby that was so good, " Anastasia said, kissing his chest while he stroked her lovely hair. I can't help but compare now after thinking about it, how he has never done that to me.

"Did you like your present ?" She asked in a coy voice, her high-pitched voice making her sound weird, but he didn't seem to mind. He took her hand and kissed it to answer her questions which made her laugh and snuggle closer to him.

"When are you going to break up with her, it's been four years, aren't you done with her? " she said, but he didn't answer her, just continued stroking her hair.

"Soon " was his only reply, which was enough for Anastasia to shut up and for my heart to feel like it was being pierced by a thousand knives before breaking and shattering into tiny pieces, too tiny to fix.

"Let's continue with your celebration; we are in the right attire, aren't we? "She said with a smile back on her face; she straddled him, bringing her hand up to her boobs, cupping them before thrusting them into his face.

"We will be together soon, my love," he said and planted a kiss on her lips, he kissed her with so much passion that has never been shown to me.

"If you talked before having some fun with her then I would say I didn't hear much, just everything after, " I say glaring at him, he looks relieved at that which hurts me more than what I heard before, what did he say to her that he didn't want me to know.

I turned to Anastasia, who was now sipping champagne that I didn't even know was in the room; with the smug look on her face, it was obvious that if I asked her what they talked about she would tell me, with a smile on her face.

"Oh " the last thing I think he is going to say is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, I feel tears blur my eyes and a burning sensation in my throat, a stupid part of me thought he would say something like ' I am being blackmailed or I was drunk but I still love you ' so there would be hope that we could be able to move on from this.

There is nothing but silence after his answer, and that stupid part of me dies a slow and painful death while my blood begins to boil. I don't know what is happening; all I know is my hand is moving from my side to my dressing table and picking the first thing it touches and flinging. All I hear after is a crash and a piercing scream.