Unpredictable

Dylan's POV I held the drawing of Zynelle I just completed. Seeing the drawing now made me miss her. I haven't seen her for almost two days now, and I wanted to see her. I missed her face; who wouldn't miss the face of his fiancée if he didn't see her for almost two days. I picked up my phone and called her. "Hey Zyn, how've you been?" "I was about to call you right now, but you beat me to it, obviously," she chuckled. "I have been okay, what about you?" "I have been fine. I would love to see your face; let's meet at the usuals." "Okay babe, I will be there. I'm almost done. There's something I would love to tell you; I'm sure you would love it," she laughed. I hung up, I couldn't wait to see her. What could it be that she wanted to let me know? I needed to see her. "I guess you're going out to meet Zynelle," my friend Ethan interrupted my thoughts. "Yes," he was on the couch watching a movie. I took my keys and went out. I wouldn't want Zynelle to wait for me. I kept the drawing on my chair and zoomed off to the garden. I sat in the garden waiting for Zynelle to come. What was wrong? Or had she forgotten that we were to meet? Or maybe she was trying to look good for me. The thought of that made my smile broaden. I wondered how she was going to look today since she had something to tell me. I waited for Zynelle for almost three hours; she didn't show up, and she wasn't picking my calls. Could it be that something was wrong with her because Elle has never ditched me. The thought made me panic. So I entered my car and drove to her side. When I got there, the gate was locked. My hand started sweating. What was wrong?? I input the gate password and I saw a familiar car inside. DON MARK'S , but I did not want to believe he was the one in zynellle's house after all, she has always hated him. I walked to her room and knocked. She opened the door, and she was in her bra and panties. She hasn't even dressed. "Zynelle thought you were going to dress but you weren't ready after all…" "What are you doing here?" she cut me off angrily. "What?" I was shocked. Then the door opened, and there he was, Don Mark, my rival. " You heard that what are you still doing here?" He smirked "Zynelle, why would you do that?" I could feel my heart tearing apart; I couldn't breathe suddenly. "Since you're here, there's no need going to the garden to end things. I want us to end things here," she said. " I never loved you for once " she broke it to me " Zynelle don't believe anything Mark tells you" " And who should I believe?? You?" She laughed " Zynelle I love you believe me" " Dylan you've overstayed your welcome " I dragged my feet and went to my car. I sat there for a few minutes. I couldn't process anything at the moment. All I could think of was the betrayal. I have never been this humiliated neither have I been broken like this. Zynelle had not only broken she me she shattered my heart into pieces. Even if she wanted to cheat on me, why with Don Mark of all people. I had been with Zyn for thirteen years. Thirteen freaking years ended in vain.At that moment, I wanted to just go home and cry. It was too much to bear. I'm Dylan Bueller. I'm twenty-four years. Surprised right? Youngest billionaire in Chicago. How was I going to cope without Zynelle in my life? I drove home and met Ethan. I walked past him; I couldn't say a word. I went to my bed and started drinking. I heard footsteps drawing near. It was Ethan. "Hey man. What's wrong? You're drinking without me?" He tried to lighten up the mood. "She broke up with me," I told him; I couldn't hold it. A tear dropped, then another, then it was sobs. "She ended it. She cheated with Don Mark," I started crying. "You need to relax," he told me. We sat there not saying anything, but my mind was far away. Why would Zynelle do this to me. We had planned on getting married. All the dreams about children were shattered. **Ethan's POV** Immediately Dylan walked in without saying anything to me. I knew something was off. He walked inside the bar and started drinking. Could it be that Zynelle had done something to him? So I called Zynelle, and she picked up. I heard sob at her her end. "Eth…an," she stammered. "Dylan…" Then seems like something was going on, and she hung up; she didn't finish what she was saying. I called her, and it went into voicemail. She called me back. "Seems like we won't be talking more often now. I broke up with Dylan," she said, like she wasn't sobbing a few minutes ago. "Why? What happened?" She didn't answer me, and she hung up. I knew I had to meet with Dylan; he wasn't himself at this moment; he was likely to hurt himself. I entered the bar and saw him drinking. "Hey man. What's up? You're drinking without me?" I asked him, trying to lighten up the mood. "She broke up with me," he went straight to the point. "She cheated with Don Mark." Then the tears came in; he started crying. Why would Zynelle do that? With Don Mark of all people. Then his phone rang; it was his manager. "Sir, it's all over the news. Don Mark and Zynelle," she broke the news. I felt pity for Dylan instantly. How would he cope? Where would he start from? I saw his face droop immediately he heard that. Guess this is where my work starts.