EXPIRED LOVE

ANGEL'S POV I peered through the window and heard Annabelle shouting. I couldn't believe my eyes: my fiancé, Alex, was f*****g my best friend. I moved closer to the window, needing to confirm that what I saw was real. He slapped her buttocks. "Put that ass up," he commanded. Annabelle knelt down on the bed and raised her buttocks, and he put back his p***s inside her v****a from behind. I watched as the two of them began to moan, enjoying their moment. Tears rolled down my face. I had come to tell Alex that my wedding dress was ready, and to show him a picture of it. Our wedding was just one week away. "So this is what Angel has been enjoying alone all this while," Annabelle's voice echoed from inside. I watched further as Alex pulled his p***s from her ass. He slapped her buttocks again, and Annabelle lay flat on the bed. Alex then plunged his p***s deep into her ass. Annabelle began to shout again, "f**k, f**k me hard, baby, you're so good!" I couldn't take it anymore. I stumbled back to my car, asked his gateman to open the gate, and drove out. Annabelle had only arrived back from England three days ago for my wedding preparations. We had planned for her to be my maid of honor, and I had only introduced Alex to her yesterday as my fiancé. How could she do this to me? I returned to my apartment and collapsed onto my bed. "This is unbelievable," I muttered, "Can someone wake me from this dream?" I was completely at a loss, unable to figure out what to do next. Alex had been the one who trained me at school. He was also the one who took care of my mother's hospital bills when she was ill. Canceling our wedding wouldn't be easy, especially with so many people already anticipating the day. My phone rang, and it was the girl I'd hired to decorate the event center. I ended the call because the wedding was no longer what occupied my thoughts right now. The image of my Alex, putting his p***s in Annabelle's ass, wouldn't get out of my head. It was burned there, a grotesque, blazing tableau that singed my very soul. And worse, my mind kept replaying Annabelle's voice. "f**k me hard baby, fuck... You're so sweet." My fiance is now who my best friend is calling "baby." Tears kept rolling freely, hot and unstoppable, down my face. "This couldn't be real. Not Annabelle, my childhood confidante, the one who knew all my secrets, my sister-of-the-heart. Not Alex, the man who had promised me forever, the one I was weeks away from marrying, whose ring still felt heavy and cold on my finger." I picked up my phone, my fingers fumbling through my contacts until I found my mom's number. I needed someone to tell me this wasn't happening, someone to validate the agony tearing through me. I needed a voice of reason, a comforting embrace, a declaration that this was all a terrible, impossible mistake. "Mom," I choked out, the words tumbling out in a rush of snot and tears, my voice barely audible past the lump in my throat. "It's Alex and Annabelle... I saw them together having s*x in..." I couldn't even finish the sentence as the words died in my mouth. "Angel my darling, I understand that you might not like Alex, but trust me, as time goes on, you will come to love him. Besides, Annabelle is your best childhood friend; she can't do that to you." That's what my mom said on the phone . Her words felt like a second betrayal, a sharp, cold jab that ripped through the thin fabric of my remaining hope. She didn't believe me. My own mother thought I was making this up, or exaggerating, or simply didn't like my fiance enough to see him truly. I tried to let her know that I wasn't lying, that I knew what I saw. My voice rose, desperate, a ragged plea for her to just listen. "Mom, I know what I saw, She was even calling Alex 'baby'!" "Send me the proof, dear; only then will I believe you." She just said that, her voice flat, devoid of emotion, and then end the call. I got up from my bed, declaring, "I can't take this anymore. I need to confront Annabelle, I need to question her." I grabbed my car keys, got into my car, and drove back to Alex's house. As I arrived, his gatekeeper, Caleb, opened the gate for me, and I drove in. I walked straight to the front door and pushed it open, not caring what I might find inside. Upon entering, the house was silent and seemingly empty. I called his name – "Alex!" – but received no reply. I found Caleb, the gateman, and asked him, "Where's your boss?" "My boss went out to drop off his friend who just visited," Caleb responded. "Open the gate!" I commanded. I drove out of Alex's house and headed to Annabelle's apartment, which I had only rented for her a few weeks before her arrival in the country. When I got there, I discovered her room was still locked. I had no one to talk to, no one to offer even a word of comfort. The pain of Annabelle's betrayal lay heavy in my heart. I drove to the City Choice Hotel, where Alex had secured a five-year standing arrangement and introduced me to the manager, instructing him that I should be granted access any day I wished to relax there. The truth was, Alex loved me; he was ready to move heaven and earth for my sake. We had only met five years ago, when I was selling fruit for my mom at a roadside stall on Doyers Street. He came to buy some fruit, and that's how we met. To show me how serious he was, he enrolled me in Columbia University, one of the best and most expensive universities in New York. He had also been taking care of my family throughout my college days. And now, our wedding was set for next week, and this was all unfolding today. My mind kept battling with itself, grappling with whether I should forgive him. I went to the receptionist and demanded a key to my room. "Sorry, ma'am, Mr. Alex is currently occupying the room," she replied. "Mr. what?" I gasped. So, after what happened at his house, he had still brought Annabelle to a hotel? For what, exactly? I rushed to the room, determined to confront him, or better yet, the devil who called herself my best friend. I received the shock of my life as I opened the door. This time, it wasn't just Annabelle. Alex was there, intimately engaged with three other girls, Annabelle still among them. They didn't even notice my presence when I burst in. One of the girls was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, and Alex was on top of her. Annabelle stood on the bed, feeding Alex from her breast, while the third girl was kissing him. Tears streamed from my eyes. Just when I had been thinking of forgiving him, I was met with yet another shocking revelation. How had I never noticed this kind of behavior from him all this time? I couldn't watch another second; my heart was a leaden weight in my chest. "Alex!" I shrieked his name. All of them froze, their eyes widening, turning to stare at me as I stood in the doorway. He removed his p***s from the girl's v****a, stepping down from the bed, his gaze fixed on mine as he came close to me. "Honey, I'm so sorry, please," he stammered, his hand reaching out. "If that evil hand of yours dares to touch me, you will regret ever knowing me!" I choked out, tears blurring my eyes. Annabelle scrambled off the bed, dropping to her knees and pleading with me to forgive her, claiming it was the devil's work. But I barely registered her words. She wasn't the one I wanted to confront at that moment. The two other girls remained on the bed, still naked, completely unconcerned, simply watching the drama. "It's over between us, Alex. Don't ever call or text me again!" I declared, the words tearing from my throat. "You dare not break up with me! Our wedding is next week! Do you even realize I'm a billionaire? Every other girl wants me!" he scoffed, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Oh, I will break up with you, and watch your reaction! I can't marry you, Mr. Billionaire!" I retorted, then spun on my heel and stormed out of the room.