Neil.
my fiance. The man who had elaborately proposed to me on one knee with an expensive ring at an expensive sky lounge restaurant in the upscale areas of Manhattan City.
The same man who had promised me forever and declared he would rather be crucified than hurt me. The same man who proved time and time again that he is different from my exes and that he loves me so deeply was naked and slamming hard into a blond woman who was bent over on the couch. A woman whom I instantly recognize to be Mackie, his coworker. He introduced her to me saying she is his direct subordinate when we met at a shopping mall months ago. I had fears and was jealous because even I find her to be overly gorgeous and breathtaking. But Neil's constant reassuring of his deep love for me had extinguished that fear. The two were too far gone in their play to notice that I was standing at the door, watching silently.
"Go harder! Oh, You are so good babe." Mackie's moans and the obscene sound of their skin colliding bounced off the walls. The musky smell of their action permeating the air and splintering my heart to pieces. Tears slip out of my eyes as I watch Neil spank her ass and drive his dick harder into her pussy the way she commanded. The world felt like it was spinning and crashing on me all at once.
No, this is not Neil. It cannot be. He would not do this to me. He is not Tobias, Cody, Eric, Malcom and Mitchell.
But it is Neil. The man that I have been dreaming about and counting down the days to when we would officially tie the knot and I will be his wife. I would take on his last and carry his children. "Damn, that's it baby. Fuck! You take it so well." He groans. His jaw is clenched tight. His eyes shut. A deep flush painted his face, neck and chest. Droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead. I have seen that face many times. Hell, I loved it. He is enjoying this so well. He is getting off by another woman's pussy in the house that we are supposed to live in together after our wedding. My heart does not just break, it shatters into a million pieces. Each one cutting deep into my soul. My bag fell from my fingers with a thud. So did I. Their eyes snap to the door. Neil's eyes met mine and for a millisecond, everything stopped. His eyes widens a centimeter in shock before they went back to coldness. He should pull out of that bitch and apologize. He should fall to his knees in front of me and say he is sorry and that he made a mistake or that it is a misunderstanding. I fully expected that. But no. He goes on like I wasn't even there. Mackie smirks at me. Moaning like a brothel slut. Clawing at the couch's leather as Neil went in and out of her.
"Sugarplum..." My voice cracked on the sweet endearment that I made just for him. Just like the love I thought we had. He reached his climax and pulls out his limp dick out of Mackie's pussy. He even gathers her into his arms, making her lay her head on his chest. Seeing him be so affectionate to someone who isn't me is so damn hurtful to watch. If this is real, I want to run away as fast as my legs can carry me. If it is not, I want to wake up and see that this is nothing more than a bad dream. "You know, instead of sitting there and making that loser face, you could join us. We'll be going again soon. Or don't. It's great to have an audience." At Mackie's words, something snaps in me. I want to pull her hair off her scalp and beat her within an inch of her life. I bite hard on my inner lip and clenched my fist so hard that my nails were digging into my flesh. That shameless smug face of hers, I want to claw at it. But I simply hold back knowing from a regretful experience that it will not end well for me. My second heartbreak taught me never to go into a physical fight with another woman for a man who does not want to be kept. This is the sixth time. But this one hurts much more than the others. Our wedding is coming up. We have planned a future together. I truly believed that I had found the one. But now....
"Why Neil? How could you do this to me?" My voice was choked with tears and sounds unrecognizable even to me.
"You can't really blame me Gweneth." He calmly says in an unapologetic tone. "You neglected me. Always claiming to be busy like you are the only one with a job. Do you remember the last time we had sex? Because I don't."
"I thought you understood. You said you did." I croak. "She is the one who put you up to this, isn't she?" I pointed at Mackie.
"For your information darling, I am his savior who filled in on the role that you left void. If anything you should be thanking me, bitch." This slut wants me to thank her for ruining my happiness? I pay Mackie no heed. Her spitting words cannot hurt me because I became irreparably broken the second I walked into this room and found them together.
"Look Gwen," Neil started. "We have both lost spark for what we had..." Had. My brain underlined the past term that he used to describe our relationship. "We could both really use some space or better a breakup. We are not right for each other."
I spun right around and ran out like I was being chased. Tears roll down my face, blurring my vision. Running down the stairs, I missed my footing and was involuntarily lunged forward. Fear shot through me ike adrenaline as my hands windmill for anything that could save me or break the inevitable fall. There was none. I fell cannonballing down the stairs in a painful, chaotic mess. I lay there on the dirty foot of the stairs, my whole body aching from the fall. The bruises here and there could not compare to the splintering pain in my heart. Neil's hurtful unapologetic words were still echoing in my ears. He wasn't the least bit sorry that he cheated. He rubbed it in my face and even said to give ourselves space and break up.