Chapter8
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Different thoughts swirled turbulently in my mind, and I fell backward onto my bed, the soft mattress offering little comfort against my troubled emotions. Could I really convince myself to seek revenge on the only person who had ever made me believe in love? Draco had been the catalyst that showed me men could harbor genuine feelings, yet here I was, grappling with betrayal. The video I had seen had shattered me, but then another thought crept in What if Piper was the true culprit? And Draco the victim. What if she had seduced Draco, ensnaring him in a web of deceit?
Piper had always claimed to have zero interest in men, but how could I reconcile that with the fact that she had ultimately shared my man? I had confided in her, pouring out the intimate details of my relationship with Draco, our joys, our struggles, the trials that tested us, and how we navigated them. I had trusted her completely, believing she was my confidante, the one friend who understood.
“Oh, s**t!” I exclaimed, my hands flying to my face in frustration. In the realm of intimacy, I was still a novice. Draco was my first in every way, and I was still trying to find my footing in a world that felt so alien. I often lay back, allowing him to take the lead, unsure of how to explore or please him in return. I couldn’t shake the nagging insecurity that there were women far more beautiful, endured, and even experienced than I was, women who had undoubtedly shared bed and passion with him before me. The thought gnawed at me. Was he bored with me? Did he miss the thrill of being with someone who could keep up with him in every way?
The video replayed in my mind, the image of Piper moving with a sultry confidence that I could only dream of. Her hips swayed with grace on Draco's rod, and I was far from being able to replicate that. It became painfully clear just how much I lacked in that department. It was as if every comparison was a new weight added to my chest. Was it my fault that Draco had strayed? Had I been too much of a nerd, too serious, or had I foolishly shared too much with Piper, making it easy for her to swoop in?
I thought of the countless times Draco had kissed me in front of her, of how I had gushed about our adventures and intimate moments. Did that spark a jealousy in Piper, pushing her to betray our friendship? Questions piled upon questions, each one more torturous than the last. Who amongst both of them had even made the first move? I felt as if I were trapped in a labyrinth of betrayal, and every turn only led me deeper into insanity.
I needed answers, but how could I find them? My mind raced, acknowledging that I should focus on myself, my career, and my future, yet the emotional trauma clawed at me relentlessly. How could I move on when this betrayal felt like an anchor, weighing me down? Concentrating on work seemed impossible when my heart was clouded with pain and confusion. I remembered the old phrase: "A problem shared is a problem half solved," but who could I turn to? At this moment, I felt utterly alone, devoid of anyone in my life I could confide in about such deep, personal matters.
The silence of my room pressed in on me, amplifying my solitude. Each unanswered question echoed louder, and I realized I needed to confront not just the betrayal but also my own feelings of inadequacy. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. There had to be a way forward, a path to reclaim my sense of self amidst the chaos. I needed to forge a new beginning, but first, I had to find the strength to face my emotions head-on and seek the truth, no matter how painful it might be.
After nearly an hour of wrestling with my chaotic thoughts, I finally mustered the courage to get ready for work. My staff would undoubtedly be at the firm, and I couldn't afford to keep them waiting. With just four employees, including Piper, I was left with three staff members and an empty chair that needed filling. The thought nagged at me, if my company faltered, how would my team support themselves? If I lost focus and allowed my firm to crumble, it would be my fault, and I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to be the strong Lawrence I had always been.
As these thoughts swirled in my mind, a flicker of resolution ignited within me. Maybe, just maybe, I could let go of the pain and stand strong for the sake of my firm and those who looked up to me. Yes, that was my path forward.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared to leave. Though I was running a bit late, better late than never, I reminded myself. With renewed determination, I stepped out of my home, vowing to make the best of the day and push aside thoughts of Reggie, Draco, and Piper. But was that truly possible? The mind often clings to the very things we wish to forget. I promised myself I would persevere, even if it meant battling my own thoughts.
I hailed a cab, and my journey to the firm began. Upon arrival, I noticed an unusual calm; everything seemed surprisingly still. The usual morning hustle had been replaced by an eerie quiet. It suddenly dawned on me that my remaining staff would surely wonder where Piper was. I hadn’t informed them of her departure, and the thought of explaining her betrayal sent a shiver down my spine. How could I articulate the story of her affair with Draco without revealing too much? I had already committed to not dwelling on this, yet here I was, ensnared in thoughts I sought to escape. Life can be incredibly messy.
Pushing aside my concerns, I entered the building, and my gaze immediately fell on Piper’s desk. “Oh, s**t!” I muttered. Piper had been the welcoming face of our firm, the first person every client encountered. Her warmth had drawn so many to us. Losing her was a blow, and finding someone to fill her shoes would be a monumental challenge. I inhaled deeply, attempting to steady my racing heart, and walked toward the production room.
As I entered, my three remaining staff members quickly parted ways, as if they had been discussing something they didn’t want me to overhear. I could have demanded to know what they were talking about, but today wasn’t the day for that. Instead, I simply offered a slight smile, masking my inner turmoil.
“Good morning, guys,” I greeted them.
“Good morning, The Law!” they chimed in unison. It was a nickname they had playfully given me, and though it sounded silly, I found it endearing. It reminded me of the camaraderie we had built together, a bond I needed to nurture now more than ever.
Chuckling softly, I made my way to my office and settled behind my desk. That hadn’t been so bad, I thought, allowing a sliver of optimism to break through. Suddenly, I realized I hadn’t even checked my phone yet today. I picked it up and opened i********:, scrolling through the usual posts until my eyes landed on a heart-wrenching sight. It was a picture of Draco and Piper, locked in a loving embrace. The post was by Piper herself.
My heart raced, and my cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and betrayal. The fire for revenge reignited within me, fueled by the very emotions I had been trying to suppress. How could they? The betrayal felt fresh and raw, igniting memories I had tried to bury. I could feel the weight of humiliation pressing down on me, and it stirred something fierce within, a determination to confront this betrayal head-on.
I knew I had to take action. The question loomed large in my mind: how far was I willing to go to reclaim what was mine? I felt a surge of anger as I contemplated the possibilities. My trust had been shattered, and I was left to pick up the pieces. I had shared my life with both of them, only to be cast aside in the most painful way imaginable.
But I wouldn’t let this defeat me. I would rise from the ashes, stronger and more resolute than before. Today was just the beginning of a new chapter, one where I would take control of my narrative. I would reclaim not only my dignity but also my power. The game was on, and I would play it on my own terms. I took a deep breath, letting the fire of determination fuel my resolve. I was ready to face whatever lay ahead, ready to turn the tables and make them regret their choices
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