Revenge Sucks more than Betrayal

Angel's Pov “What are we going to do with this dead body?” I questioned, my voice barely above a whisper, as I tried to make as little noise as possible, my eyes gazed at the lifeless body lying on the floor. It's too late to apologise. Those were my last words before I pulled the trigger. It's too late. “You…you can’t be serious right? He isn’t really dead right?” Julie questioned, as she remained frozen at a spot, her legs unable to move from the shock that ran down her spine. “What do you think?” I asked, with a smirk on my face. It all started when I met the devil, literally, but in human form, and his name was Tyson. Just like stories of old I have heard, the devil comes offering you everything you have ever wanted, with one hand and ends up shattering you and taking everything with both hands when you least expect it. The satisfaction I felt seeing him lay helpless on the floor made me giggle with joy, but just as quickly as that joy came… I felt a twist and a sharp pain in my stomach. *********** “I can’t believe you actually got the job!” Julie said, her voice full of excitement as she rummaged through my closet, pulling out hangers and shoving dresses aside, searching for who knows what. She seemed determined, and even if I didn't know what she was looking for, I couldn't help but smile as I felt her excitement rubbing off me. “Honestly, neither can I,” I replied, my excitement bubbling to the surface. “And the best part is, I got this job purely on merit. No strings attached, no connections, no favours. I earned it through my hard work. Now, I’m anxiously waiting for the email to find out who I’ll work with.” Julie smiled knowingly as she emerged from the closet, holding up two dresses. A silver one and a deep red one. “You don’t have to convince me. I know how hard you worked for this. You’ve been preparing for months. I’m sure the agency will assign you to a fantastic team. They’d be crazy not to, as you deserve it.” She held the dresses up, one at a time, positioning them in front of herself. “Now, what do you think of these two? Which one should I wear?” she asked eagerly for my opinion I tilted my head, studying the options carefully. “Wait—what’s the occasion again? You did mention it earlier, but remind me.” I asked wanting to be sure before I gave my opinion “Mike’s parents’ anniversary dinner,” she said with anticipation, holding both dresses up higher for emphasis. I leaned forward, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… that’s a big deal. You definitely don’t want to give off the wrong impression. You will need to look elegant but not over the top, or revealing too much.” I reminded Julie chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, that’s why I need your help!" She furrowed her brows and stared at the dress again, tilting her head as if seeing it for the first time. "But wait. What do you mean? These dresses look stunning on you every time you wear them. They fit perfectly," she complimented, with a hint of confusion in her voice. I sighed, giving her a knowing look. "Exactly. When I wear them," I replied. "That’s because my boobs and butt are half the size of yours. On me, they’re classy. On you? You’ll end up looking like you’re headed to a nightclub instead of an anniversary dinner." I smirked. She let out a dramatic, muffled scream as she clutched the dress to her chest. “You are so mean!” she exclaimed, but her tone was light and playful. “But seriously, go find something else,” I said, waving her off towards the closet. “Ugh! Fine,” she groaned. “I’ll find something else.” With an exaggerated gasp, she turned around and marched back into the closet, digging through hangers in search of what we could only hope was the perfect dress. I leaned back on my bed, letting my body sink into the soft mattress, grabbed my phone, and started scrolling through endless jewellery sites. I was determined to find the perfect jewellery set for my big day, and a surprise gift for Tyson, too. He’d once recommended a*****e downtown, but they didn’t have anything I loved. When I told him, he smiled and said, "Find what you want and charge it to me. No matter the price." Classic Tyson, is always so thoughtful and generous. What a perfect gentleman, right? The funny part was that I was buying his gift with his own money. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. Julie called out from the depths of my closet, "Have you heard the latest news?" Her voice was loud and full of curiosity. I barely looked up, too focused on finding the right pieces before shipping times got tight. "What news?" I asked absentmindedly, still scrolling. Julie emerged, holding a single dress this time, looking exhausted but not too exhausted for some gossip. "Valia called off her engagement!" she announced, her eyes wide with excitement. “She caught him cheating,” she added That caught my attention. I lowered my phone and looked at her; my curiosity piqued. "No way." "I swear! It's true. And oh, it gets worse.” She paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief, making sure she had my full attention. My eyes widened in shock. "What?" I exclaimed, sitting up straighter. "He was cheating... with a man," she said lowering her voice like she was sharing the world's biggest secret. I slapped my hand over my mouth, utterly shocked. "You’ve got to be kidding me." "I wish I was," she said, shaking her head. "Her cousin told me everything. The news isn’t out yet, but trust me, it will be soon." I was speechless. That had to be the most shocking, heartbreaking thing I’d heard in a long time. "Wow," I finally managed, still trying to process it. "Poor Valia.” Julie nodded solemnly. “Yeah, it’s the kind of heartbreak you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.” The room fell quiet for a moment as the revelation sank in. “I would literally unalive any man that causes me so much pain and embarrassment,” I whispered. “Hey, don't say that out loud, the walls have ears remember” she warned. “And don't even think about it, we don't have to open up the past,” she added. “I said what I said,” I whispered, as I rolled my eyes. We settled in awkward silence for a while. “So, what do you think about this dress?” Julie asked, breaking the silence that lingered as she held up a lemon-yellow dress. It was one of those outfits I’d never actually worn out. Funny enough, it wasn’t because it wasn’t stylish—the slit was modest, and the colour was bright and cheerful. But for some reason, it always felt too loose on me, so it had been gathering dust in my closet. “This might actually work,” I said, giving it a quick look. “Try it on, and let’s see how it looks.” Julie nodded and turned toward the closet to change. As she walked away, she muttered, “This is exactly why I’m always against visiting a man without letting him know first. One minute you think you’re planning a cute surprise, and the next, you’re the one getting surprised.” I chuckled. “That’s your problem. My Tyson isn’t like that. I could show up at his place anytime, unannounced, and I know I wouldn’t find him doing anything shady, trust me,” I said confidently. Julie snorted from behind the door. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that,” she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. I didn’t bother arguing with her. I knew exactly where her anger was coming from “Don’t let your guard down,” she had continued. “Men will always find a way to disappoint you,” she emphasised She had her reasons, and I wasn’t going to push it. "Let me know when you’re ready," I called out gently, turning my attention back to my phone, already scrolling for the jewellery site again when suddenly, a notification popped up. I opened the message, and an uncontrollable smile spread across my face, lighting up my entire expression. Julie, always observant, noticed immediately. “And what’s so funny?” she asked, stepping out of the closet. She looked stunning, and the lemon dress hugged her curves perfectly, emphasising her hourglass figure without being too revealing. I gave her an approving look. “Mike won’t be able to keep his eyes off you tonight,” I said, genuinely impressed. Julie smiled as she struck a playful pose. He better not. I’m planning to get a little action later tonight.” We both burst into laughter at her silliness. Shaking my head at her antics, I stood up and tied my hair into a quick, messy bun, and quickly adjusted my make-up. “The dress is yours. It’s perfect for you. Oh, and there’s a matching purse in my closet. Take it with you; it’ll complete the look.” “Thanks!” Julie said, but then her eyes narrowed as she watched me gather a few things into my bag. “Wait a minute... where are you rushing off to?” She asked, curiosity lacing her tone. I zip up my bag with a grin. “Tyson just texted. He wants me to meet him at his penthouse. He says he has a surprise for me, and I’m dying to find out what it is.” My excitement was evident in the way I spoke. Julie raised an eyebrow. “I thought Tyson was out of town?” she reminded me, her tone skeptical. I paused briefly as her words sank in. She was right. Tyson had mentioned travelling for work. “He was, but maybe he came back early and planned something special,” I replied, brushing off her concern with the excitement bubbling within me. “Anyway, I’ll find out soon enough. Place my keys inside the flower vase where I can grab them later.” My voice was filled with anticipation. “Alright!” She replied that although she didn’t look convinced, she didn’t press the issue. “Hold on!” she interrupted, her voice halting me in my tracks. “Aren’t you forgetting something important?” I turned back, puzzled. “What?” Julie gave me a pointed look. “You’re supposed to pick up your wedding dress today.” I slapped my forehead. “How could I forget that?” I muttered. Then, turning to Julie with an innocent smile, I added, “You’re my chief bridesmaid. Consider this your first official duty—please pick up the dress for me. I’ll send you all the details.” Before she could argue, I grabbed my things and dashed out of the room. “Thanks! You’re the best! See you later!” I called out, leaving her standing there, too eager to find out what Tyson had planned to wait for her reply. ********* It was a thirty-minute drive to Tyson’s penthouse, but the anticipation made it feel much longer. As soon as I arrived, and without wasting time, I hurried to the elevator, pressing the button that would take me to the top floor. The ride up to the penthouse was smooth and silent. The elevator chimed softly, announcing my arrival at the penthouse floor. I stepped out, pulling my phone from my purse to send Julie the details about my wedding dress pickup. After sending the message, I approached the door and entered the passcode. The lock clicked open, and I pushed the door, excitement still buzzing in my veins. “Tyson?” I called, my voice light and cheerful as I stepped inside. But something stopped me in my tracks catching my attention. There on the table sat a bottle of red wine and two glasses. But it wasn’t just the wine that caught my attention—it was the bag beside it. The worst part was that the bag looked awfully familiar, and I could have sworn I knew whom it belonged to. I tiptoed up the stairs and went to his room as I got to the door. I didn't need anyone to tell me what was going on inside. The unmistakable echoes of passion intense moaning and heavy breathing filled the air. It was Tyson's voice, I knew his soundtrack so well and could not mistake it for another. Summoning every ounce of courage, I pushed the door open, my heart pounding in my chest and my hands trembling. They didn't even realize I was there, as they were so lost in their own passion, moaning and kissing so passionately like they were on their honeymoon. “Tyson,” I called slowly, my voice weak, barely above a whisper as I was out of energy, but he didn't even hear, as he was lost in his own world. My breath hitched, and suddenly, anger overtook me.“What the hell is going on here?!” I erupted, unable to stand the sight before me any longer, my voice trembling with anger and hurt. My eyes burned with tears, and my legs felt like they might give out beneath me. The man who had made me believe in love and happy endings had betrayed me in the worst possible way I had come expecting a surprise, and indeed, Tyson had delivered one.