NEVER LET ME GO

"I am so f*****g tired! When will it all finish?! I have never thought that it'll be so tiring and wasteful... " I thought sitting at my working table. I have to work and at the same time prepare everything for my wedding. But in any case, I am happy because my fiance, Arthur, have made me a proposal and surely I accepted it. I have dreamt about beautiful wedding since my childhood as other small girls who believe in true love as it's said in fairytales with happy ends. You know, beautiful white dress with white bridal veil, white shoes with high heels and of course beautiful makeup and excellent hairdo. Arthur and I split all the wedding expenses between two of us. There is only one week left until our wedding. I hope that everything will go great. My parents are delighted with my fiancé. Arthur is a doctor and works in a private clinic, while I work as an ordinary secretary and at the same time I combine it with a part-time job as a translator. My name, Vanessa, is an ordinary name for an average woman in my country, while the name of Arthur sounds noble and royal in any part of the world. He earns much more than me and drives an expensive sports car. I bought my car at a used car dealership. Despite the fact that he earns much more than me, we always split all expenses equally. Wherever we are, a restaurant or shopping at the store, the entire check is always divided into two halves. Someone will say that this is a modern relationship, the others will say that this is the consequences of feminism. I don’t even know what to say about this at all... Sometimes it just pisses me off, because I haven’t felt myself weak and defenseless for a long time. And because of our wedding, I practically began to live at work. Yesterday I picked up my wedding dress from the evening dress salon. It was incredibly beautiful. A lush ball gown silhouette dress with a beautiful corset with a deep neckline, which was completely covered with Swarovski crystals. The dress also came with a delicate bridal veil, which was completely decorated with flower patterns. In sum, I paid ten thousand dollars for my bridal look, because I wanted to be on top. But I am pretty sure that soon I will have zero balance on my credit card if nothing changes. Arthur and I have been dating for 8 years now. He is my first and the only one boyfriend. We started dating when I was in high school. He is only a year older than me. I immediately fell in love with the tall guy with short blond hair and blue eyes, and his perfect white teeth immediately captured my heart. Compared to him, I was an ugly duckling. Dark hair that wasn't particularly thick, average height and a very thin figure. Brown eyes, for which I always wore glasses because I was nearsighted, and pale skin. If I were a man, I would never pay attention to such a girl. So when a guy like him asked me to date with him, I was over the moon. My family always cared about my education rather than my appearance, so I didn't have time to go to beauty salons and look for beautiful outfits. Even though my father owned his own orange juice factory and our family never needed money, he always limited his children financially. As my father used to say, "Without my money you are nobody! So firstly, you have to become somebody important, and only after that you will have a chance to claim your inheritance!" That's why I always relied on my own strength and money. Unfortunately, at the moment I can't earn enough money for my father to consider it as a decent amount and say that I have become someone respectable. But even despite this, Arthur was ahead of me in his eyes. My father told him right in front of me, "Why do you need this girl? She won't be of much use." At that moment, I felt humiliated and insulted, and even for a moment I was disappointed in myself. I was very tired mentally and I wanted to have a rest a little. So I lied to my boss and asked to leave work a few hours earlier that day. My fiancé lives in the downtown and my work is not far from his apartment, it is very comfortable for me. Also, I knew that my fiancé had a day off today, and we hadn’t already seen each other for four days, that's I wanted to make a surprise for him and visit his apartment and buy him something delicious. At around 5 pm, I left the office and stopped at a local bakery to buy his favorite chocolate and strawberry donuts. Since I had extra keys to his apartment, I wasn't worried about him not being home. When I drove into the underground parking, I immediately noticed his car, apparently he was at home after all. Arthur had a black McLaren GT, so it was hard to mistake his car for someone else's. Arthur was very proud of his car, sometimes I even thought he loved it more than me. I bought myself a Nissan Sentra. The car was already more than fifteen years old. It was white and had worn paint. When my father saw my car for the first time, he said that I had bought an old rusty trough. But I was still happy with what I had. Maybe my father is right, and I would hardly become someone successful. I always wanted to just live an ordinary life and be happy. Now I am sure that my dream will come true. Soon I am getting married, and I will have a child or even two and have a happy family. But this is my life and I want to live it the way I want. I went up to the seventh floor of the multi-story building and, taking out the keys, slowly and quietly opened the door lock. While I was inside in his apartment, I thought I heard a female voice. The girl was giggling and moaning quietly at the same time. Something inside me told me that this was a very, very bad sign. I quietly crept up to the bedroom. The door to his room was slightly open and I peered through the crack of the doorway with one eye. "You are my beloved and insatiable b***h! Do you like jumping on daddy's d**k?" Arthur said, holding her hips firmly with both hands. "Oh yes, daddy! Tear my wet little hole with your thick dick..." the girl moaned and began to jump on him more actively. I felt my heart begin to squeeze with pain. My eyes filled with tears and I wanted to howl at this injustice. "What's the hell?! I work like a horse trying to satisfy my fiancé, and he's tumbling around in his bed with someone on the eve of our wedding!" I thought, clenching my fists and hearing these two idiots f*****g. "Arthur Laurents, I will never forget this. I promise..." I thought and took out my phone, and turned on the video recording. As I was recording a clip of my boyfriend f*****g some chick, they changed positions and I noticed the b***h's face. It was my cousin Alice. My hands started trembling with fear, anger and helplessness. I quickly turned off the camera and ran out of his apartment while the two of them were moaning with pleasure. It was the worst thing that could have happened, the two closest people betrayed me. Running out of the apartment, I quickly jumped into the elevator and went down to the underground parking lot. I got into the car holding a box of donuts in my hands and cried bitterly. "What should I do next?" I thought, clenching my teeth from pain and resentment.