"Fuck me hard baby, fuck... You're so sweet."
I peered through the window and heard Annabelle shouting. I couldn't believe my eyes: my fiancé, Alex, was fucking 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 penis inside her vagina 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 penis from her ass. He slapped her buttocks again, and Annabelle lay flat on the bed. Alex then plunged his penis deep into her ass. Annabelle began to shout again, "Fuck, fuck 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 penis 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. "Fuck 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 sex 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.