Chapter 2 Belief Broken
SIENNA
With my hands still hung, the woman tilted her head at the noise and didn’t seem surprised to see me. She flashed a smile, still moving up and down his member. The position I saw them in wasn’t as shocking as the identity of the woman riding him. The air was filled with sex and sweat.
“Bianca…!” The name trailed off my tongue before I could stop it. Who would have thought the same friend who had been advising me not to give up on Ethan and my marriage was the same person ruining it? She told me I should endure it, yet she was enduring his cock on our matrimonial bed with moans escaping her lips.
My body froze. My head felt heavy as my eyes blurred. My hands slowly lowered, and I realized my grip on the vase. He unlocked his eyes and darted them over me, mocking me. He didn’t seem surprised either… Like he intentionally brought her there to make me see it.
My brain was devoid of the next action to take. I mean… I just caught my husband fucking my friend. Should I pull her hair out or hit her hard on the face?
Like a hopeless fool, I burst into a peal of laughter. This was the best I could do in this situation. They stopped what they were doing and stared at me, shocked. I guessed they weren’t expecting the reaction. I wasn’t either. I was already laughing before I knew what I was doing.
“I can’t believe you could stoop so low to fuck the same girl you called dirty and an asshole,” I said amidst my laughter.
Bianca smirked, “You are shocked, right? You are so shocked by what you saw that you couldn’t stop lies from coming out of your stinky mouth,” she retorted, a smile tugging her lips. A smile of victory, I guess.
I scoffed. “You must be thinking you are special because he cheated on me with you.” I took a deep breath. “No, dear. You aren’t special. You are cheap, and he will discard you when he finds you useless.”
“Sienna! Shut up. Don’t irk me,” Ethan yelled, attempting to rise from his posture.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me again, Ethan. A dirty pig should hide its face in the mud. Don’t pretend you are a man when you are just a loose dog.”
I didn’t even think before speaking. The words were coming out even though I was trying to stop them. At that moment, I knew it was over between us, and it felt like a new part of me was revealed. I couldn’t believe I’d buried myself for years just for him to shine, and this was the best way he could pay me back? Useless.
He was taken aback. His eyes flickered. “You… Don’t think I will forgive you easily when you start shedding your fake tears, Sienna. You will be punished for trampling on my pride,” he bluffed. My stomach churned with irritation. He even dared to talk about pride? Pride…?
I chuckled. “Pride? Do you know what it means to have one? How can a bloody cheater like you talk about pride?” I fired, suppressing the urge to break down in the presence of those two idiots. If they saw my tears, they would assume they won. And NO. They didn’t. They only just made a fool of themselves.
Without waiting for his response, my gaze returned to Bianca, who was staring at me in shock. “I don’t want to stop the fun for too long so the energy doesn’t reduce,” I said and turned on my heels. When I got to the door, I halted. “Oh… He loves it better when you play with his nipples while riding him.” I steadied my breath, forcing calm into my voice, and her smile finally cracked.
After this, I strolled out and never turned my head. My eyes burned with tears. Memories rushed in. I couldn’t believe the two people I believed were my family could betray me in the most gruesome way. It was unbelievable.
My knees weakened and shook even as I reached the road.
I hopped into the taxi, waved, and leaned my head backward instantly.
“What’s your destination, ma’am?” the driver asked.
My brain froze.
Really, where’s my destination? The two places I knew were home and work. Home didn’t exist anymore, which made work the only place I could go.
“Limelight Corporation, please,” I responded, and the journey began.
Different thoughts surged in my head as silence took over. Then, that damn scene… the scene of Bianca riding Ethan kept replaying in my head. My blood boiled as I kept seeing that picture. I hoped they would rot in hell. No. I can’t wait until they go to hell. I could show them hell on earth.
Once we reached Limelight Corporation, I descended from the taxi and paid. I stood in front of the tall, huge building in front of me, unsure whether to go inside or not. But this was the only place I found comfort since Ethan started misbehaving. To stop myself from thinking about him, I always dumped myself into work, volunteering to finish my colleagues’ projects and taking on tasks that were never mine. All because I wanted to stop thinking of him.
Well, it would be better if I could finish all my work for the next day before morning and apply for a day off in the morning. That way, I would be avoiding Ethan at work. Seeing his face could bring the urge to strangle him to death. That bastard.
I walked into the company, went to my workspace, and settled into the swivel chair. Leaning my head backward, I let out a deep breath. The tears I’d been holding streamed out unheeded. Was it really over? After everything? Because he felt I would intimidate him with my higher position, I quit my previous job and applied for a smaller position here so that I could assure him that I would be a submissive wife. Not only did he cheat, but with the only woman I found solace with? Bianca knew everything that was happening between us and would always tell me to endure it. She said marriage wasn’t all rosy, and this was the time to make our love stronger; meanwhile, she was the wrecker and breaker. How did I miss that? Did I trust her so much that I didn’t find her constant visitation to my house the first month I got married suspicious? Even though it hurt, I wanted to know how long they’d been fucking each other behind me. How long they’d been warming each other’s bed while I hugged the pillow for warmth on cold nights…
I felt powerless. Did I just lose everything? My good-paying job, my friendship, and the same marriage I sacrificed everything for. Gosh! I was such a fool.
Subconsciously, my leg hit something like a can under the table. My brain froze for a second, and I shifted my gaze there. They were really cans of beer. They belonged to my work partner, Daniel. His workspace was across from mine, and even though alcohol during work hours was prohibited, he would still find a way to sneak it in because, according to him, that was the only way he could be productive—when slightly tipsy.
Who would have thought Daniel’s rebelliousness would become useful tonight? My eyes glinted, and I instantly snatched two cans out of them. Without waiting, I opened one and took a few gulps. The stinging sensation it gave when it hit my throat was second to none. It just allowed me to let out my emotions without holding any back. The bitterness hit my tongue, but I kept drinking like I needed something to burn me from the inside.
I was alcohol intolerant, yet I didn’t stop drinking them. I needed to pass out… I just needed to do something to stop the thoughts of those fools from invading my brain. I wanted to shut them out of my head, my life, my world, and my heart.
However, as I opened the second can of beer, a tall figure appeared in front of me, holding my hand. “You don’t seem like a good drinker.”