💔 Chapter Two – The Betrayal
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I stood frozen at the door, my hand still gripping the knob.
For a heartbeat, I thought maybe I was dreaming. Maybe I was too tired from the flight. But then the sound hit me—soft laughter, the kind that once belonged to me.
And that’s when I saw them.
Richard.
Summer.
My husband and my best friend tangled in the sheets of the bed I paid for.
For a moment, everything inside me went still. No shouting. No tears. Just silence, cold and sharp enough to cut through my chest.
I should’ve screamed. I should’ve broken something. But I didn’t.
Instead, I stepped inside and said, very softly, “Don’t stop on my account.”
Summer froze, her face draining of color. Richard turned, eyes wide, like a man caught stealing from his own house.
“Lola,” he started, but I raised a hand. “No. Keep going. I’d hate to ruin your fun.”
My voice didn’t even shake. That almost scared me more than what I was seeing.
Summer’s lips trembled. “Aurora, it’s not what you think.”
I laughed. The sound surprised even me. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. You just confirmed it.”
Richard swung his legs off the bed, grabbing for a shirt. “Stop being dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” I tilted my head. “You’re sleeping with my best friend, Richard. I think I’ve earned at least a little drama.”
He glared, and for a second I saw it, the guilt he tried to bury under pride.
Summer tried to cover herself with the blanket. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered.
“Yes, you did,” I said quietly. “You’ve been waiting for this moment for years.”
Neither of them spoke. The air felt heavy, full of everything I would never be able to forget.
I smiled, small and tired. “You know what’s funny? I thought finding out like this would destroy me.”
I looked at Richard, then at her. “But it didn’t. Not even close.”
Then I turned and walked out of the room.
No tears. No begging.
Just freedom—heavy, unfamiliar, but real.
That night, as I stood outside under the moonlight, I promised myself one thing:
They would never see me break again.
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