Betrayed to meet my obsession

Ella Whitemore stood in the private elevator of the Carter Building with a small velvet box on her left hand, while her other hand rested on her stomach. The positive pregnancy test sat inside the box, with the two pink lines showing clearly. She had looked at them so many times that day that she could still see them when she closed her eyes. She had practiced the words on the way over, and had imagined Daniel’s face changing. She imagined the smile, the way he would pull her close, or the way he would drop to his knees and kiss her belly. The thought made her n*****s push against the thin silk of her dress. She had shifted her weight, with her thighs brushed together. She was already a little wet from thinking about later. How he would take her slow at first, then harder once the news sank in, or how he would hold her like she was the only thing that mattered. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. The hallway was quiet and empty, with thick carpet under her heels, and soft lights along the walls. She walked toward the penthouse door, heart beating fast with hope that felt almost too big for her chest. She unlocked the door with the key he had given her months ago. The apartment was darker than usual, and only one lamp glowed from the master bedroom at the end of the hall. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The place smelled faintly of his cologne and something else she could not place yet. “Daniel?” she called in a light voice. “I’m early. I have something for you.” No answer came, then she started walking toward the light, the gift box held against her chest like something precious. Then she heard it. Wet sounds, rhythmic skin against skin, and a woman’s low laugh that turned into a moan. Ella stopped, with her fingers tightened on the box. Another wet sound reached her. The unmistakable noise of a c**k moving in and out of a body. She forced her feet to move, but each step felt heavier than the last. She reached the bedroom door and pushed it open. Daniel lay on his back in their bed, the sheets were kicked to the floor, and a woman with long dark hair sat on top of him, riding him hard. Her full breasts bounced with every drop of her hips, Daniel’s hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her skin, guiding her so she took every thick inch of him. The wet sound of her arousal coated his shaft, her juices shone on his balls and the insides of her thighs. She leaned forward and pushed one n****e into his mouth while she rolled her hips in tight circles. “f**k, Danny… so deep,” the woman moaned. Daniel’s eyes opened as he looked at Ella. For one second his face showed surprise, then it was gone. He did not pull out, he did not cover himself, and his c**k stayed buried inside the other woman while he stared at his fiancée. “You’re early,” he said. His voice was rough from s*x, as he gave a slow upward thrust. The woman on top of him gasped and then smirked. “This is Chloe, and she’s better at it than you ever were.” Chloe stayed right where she was. She rolled her hips once more, making the wet sound louder on purpose, and looked Ella up and down with open contempt. “He told me you were boring in bed,” Chloe said. “Like some tight little virgin act even after the engagement. No wonder he needed someone who actually knew how to take a cock.” Daniel’s hands stayed on Chloe’s hips. He thrust up again, deliberate and slow, making Chloe moan for Ella’s benefit. “Marrying you was never about love, Ella. It was about the Whitemore name and the money that comes with it. You’re soft, predictable, and Chloe’s the opposite.” Another thrust, and Chloe’s head tipped back. “I’ve been coming inside her every chance I get. She’s the one I actually want to f**k until she can’t walk.” Ella stood there, the words hit her like physical blows, her chest felt tight, and her throat closed up. She could still hear the wet sound of them moving together, she could smell s*x in the air, with her own body feeling cold and small. She did not scream, nor did she cry yet, she walked to the side of the bed on legs that did not feel like hers. She reached for her left hand and slid the diamond engagement ring off her finger, it made a soft metallic sound when it landed on the sheet beside Daniel’s hip. “Keep it,” she said, with her voice coming out flat and quiet. “And keep her.” She turned around. Behind her, she heard Chloe laugh, then the wet slap of skin started again as Daniel began moving inside her once more. He did not wait for Ella to leave the room, the sounds followed her down the hallway. Chloe’s breathy moans, Daniel’s low curses, and the steady proof that she had already been replaced. Ella walked through the living room without seeing it, the expensive furniture, and the view of the city lights. None of them registered. She opened the front door and stepped into the hallway, the private elevator was waiting. She got in and pressed the button for the lobby. The doors closed as she stared at her reflection on the mirrored wall. Her face looked pale, her eyes were wide and dry, with the empty place on her finger feeling colder than the rest of her. The elevator opened into the lobby, a few people were still there even at that hour. A man in a suit checked his phone near the front desk, and two women in cocktail dresses laughed quietly near the revolving doors. The security guard, an older man named Harris who always smiled at her, looked up as she walked past. “Ms. Whitemore? Everything all right?” She did not answer, because she could not. She pushed through the revolving doors and stepped out into the night. Rain was already falling hard, it soaked through her silk dress in seconds, cold water ran down her neck and between her breasts. She started walking, with no plan and no destination, just the need to put distance between herself and the sounds still playing in her head. Not until then did tears come. They started small, burning at the corners of her eyes. Then they broke free, hot tears mixed with the cold rain on her face, her breath hitched. She then pressed a hand into her mouth to keep the sound in, but a broken sob still escaped. People on the sidewalk glanced at her and kept walking, and a couple under an umbrella stepped around her without slowing down. A taxi splashed through a puddle near the curb, sending dirty water across her shoes. No one stopped, and no one asked if she was okay. She kept walking, but the tears came harder, the image of Daniel’s hands on another woman’s hips would not leave her mind. The way Chloe had looked at her, the words about the money, about being boring, and about him coming inside someone else for months, while Ella planned their wedding and dreamed about the baby growing inside her. She touched her stomach through the wet dress. The pregnancy test was still on the floor of that bedroom between Chloe’s knees. The thought made another sob rise in her throat, she bent forward a little as she walked, with one arm wrapped around her middle like she could hold everything together if she just held on tight enough. Rain plastered her hair to her face, mascara ran down her cheeks in black streaks. Her feet hurt in the heels, but she did not stop. She turned a corner onto a quieter street, fewer people there. A man in a raincoat hurried past with his collar up, and a woman walked a small dog under a plastic umbrella, neither looking at Ella for long. Halfway down the block she almost stepped on a figure slumped beside a trash bin. A man in soaked, threadbare clothes was collapsing in slow motion, his knees buckled, and body folded toward the wet pavement. His head hit the concrete with a dull sound just as Ella’s foot froze mid-step, she stopped. Rain ran down her face and dripped from her chin, her chest still heaved with quiet sobs, the empty place on her finger ached. Somewhere behind her, in a warm penthouse high above the city, Daniel was still inside another woman, and on the wet sidewalk in front of her, a stranger was going down. Ella stood there in the rain, tears still falling, and for the first time that night, she had no idea what to do next.