A Best Friend's Betrayal

CHAPTER ONE

Amelia's POV

John...” I stood at the door to his room and whispered his name. He couldn't hear me. I mean, how could he? He was on the bed, naked, having passionate s*x with another woman. The shock hit me even more when I realized that wasn't just any woman. It was my Best friend. Mary.

John was naked, his back arched with each thrust as he was inside Mary…wrapped in her arms. Mary was also stark naked. Her fingernails claw at his back as her moans and groans filled the room.

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over as I watched the scene in stunned silence. How could this be happening? The man I was about to marry, and my Best friend, the two people I trusted the most in this world were having s*x with each other right before my eyes.

“John!” I screamed in anguish. Both of them froze and their heads snapped towards the door in shock.

John's eyes widened as he saw me standing there. He quickly removed himself from Mary and got dressed while Mary scrambled for a blanket to cover herself

“Amelia? What are you doing here.” John asked as he managed to slip into his boxers.

“What am I doing here? You're seriously asking me this question?” I yelled at him in fury.

“It's not what it looks like, I promise.” He rushed towards me, trying to grab my shoulders but I wasn't having it. I retaliated with a wicked slap to his face, the sound reverberating through the room.

“Shut up! I just caught butt naked on top of my very own Best friend and you have the guts to tell me that it's not what it looks like?” Tears stung my eyes as I stared into the eyes of the man I was supposed to marry in a few days.

“If you just calm down and listen to me,” John said, grabbing my shoulders. His touch previously felt so warm and cozy now made me feel disgusted.

“Leave me alone!” I shrugged his hands off me.

“Leave her alone, Gabby. She's not worth it anyway.” Mary’s voice came from behind.

I turned my gaze towards her with furious eyes. The least she could have done was to show remorse for her actions, but No. There wasn't a bit of remorse in those eyes. Instead, she lay on the bed with a wicked smirk on her face.

“You just slept with my fiance and yet you're not even ashamed? How could you do this Mary?” I questioned, my voice breaking with despair.

“I’ve been sleeping with Gabby for a while now. You really thought he was all yours?” Mary's voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Why? Why would you do this to me?” I asked. I needed to know why the Best friend I loved so much would sleep with my fiance. All of this seemed very unreal to me, like a scene cut of a telenovela.

“You want to know why Amelia?” She laughed as she rose from the bed. “I did it because I was jealous of you. You always had the best of everything ever since we met. Everyone adored you and all the men only had eyes for you. I was sick of it.”

She walked towards me and stood. I could see the resentment in her eyes, something I had never seen before from Mary. She was always a kind girl who encouraged me in all of my endeavors. I had no idea that she harbored such resentment.

"What you had is now mine, and there is nothing you can do about it. I always wanted it." Mary proudly puffed up her chest.

“That unknown number. It was you who called” My eyes widened in realization.

“You're not so dumb after all.” She laughed and encircled John in her arms. "Go when you are through sobbing uncontrollably. You're interrupting us.”

With tears in my eyes, I looked at John, hoping he would offer some consolation. I wanted him to push Mary away and come to me. Maybe I would have moved on with this marriage, maybe I would have forgiven him. But he did not say anything and looked away from me. My heart fell to pieces, and his silence was even more damning than any words he could have spoken.

Without saying anything more, I turned and ran out of the house, the room, and the life I had planned. I sprinted down the street like a lost and insane woman. People walking by were shocked to see that I just needed to get away as quickly as possible and did not give a damn. Nothing made sense anymore, I felt worthless.

I sprinted across the street without looking, dodging angry cars that hollered as I went. To tell the truth, I had no idea where I was going. I kept running until my lungs burned and my legs hurt. I ran what felt like a 100-meter race.

I eventually stopped when my legs could take no more of it. Breathless, I raised my face to gaze at the massive entrance of a well-known New York restaurant.

Without really thinking, I took a step forward and entered the Restaurant.