CHAPTER TWO: SHATTERED

SELENA POV

I stood frozen. Tears poured down my cheeks, my body shaking violently. I wanted to go there, to tear them apart with my bare hands, to scream until my lungs gave out, but I couldn’t move.

My husband… fucking my best friend. My best friend… I could barely breathe. I turned to leave, but their words stopped me. Rooted me to the floor.

“She must be going crazy about her pregnancy,” Calista said, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Yah, I finally got a reason to leave her. She’s so boring, and also ugly, busy getting fat…” Kelvin laughed.

Calista laughed too, and then she said the words that ripped my heart out.

“Whose sperm did you insert on her?”

My head went big. I froze.

“I don’t know, and I don’t give a fuck. I paid the nurse to just insert any sperm into her. I don’t care if it belongs to a mad man, just as far as she will fucking leave and I can keep my reputation, and she will be the one to be called a slut for carrying another man… and you my darling…” Kelvin kissed her and she giggled. “…will be with me freely.”

Their moans started, low and wet, but I barely heard. I barely saw. I was already on the floor, crawling. My legs couldn’t carry me. Somehow, I got to my car and slammed the door. My hands gripped my head as I let out all my screams and tears. My voice echoed like a mad woman. How could he? How could he do this to me? How could he make me carry a bastard?

My mind flashed back to three weeks ago. He said we needed a check-up. I was surprised but happy, thinking he at least cared. Turns out… he was ruining me. They had planned this.

Calista,my best friend since high school… and Kelvin. My heart twisted at the betrayal. She had returned from her long trip a year ago, and I hadn’t realized until now that her presence had poisoned him, poisoned us. Kelvin had always cared for her, always… I just thought it was harmless, a crush from the past. I had been so foolish.

Tears fell harder. My throat was dry. My lips cracked. I bit them until I tasted blood. I've been so foolish. Naive. Weak.

I drove without knowing where I was going. My hands shook on the steering wheel. I didn’t care. I just needed to move, to escape. And then I found myself outside a club.

It had been five years since I last partied. I didn’t care now. Kelvin had called me fat and ugly. He had left me humiliated. Who cared what people thought? I walked in, ignoring the stares. I threw off my jacket. My gown hugged me, sexy and dangerous. I had worn this for him… for a night of happiness that never came. I laughed bitterly at my stupidity.

I ordered liquor. The first glass burned my throat. I drank another, and another, letting the fire blur my thoughts. My vision swayed. My chest ached in a different way now, but I didn’t care.

Then I felt it. Eyes on me.

I turned to see. A man. Broad shoulders. Strong chest. Masculine jawline. Dangerous. Beautiful. My body betrayed me instantly. I felt damp. Damn him. Damn me. Maybe is the alcohol or the pang of betrayal but a desire snapped inside of me.

I picked up my glass and walked straight to him. Sat on his lap. His eyes cold, assessing, but he didn’t resist. A low groan left him. I smirked. I still had an effect on someone. Kelvin didn’t want me. Fine. Someone else did.

I leaned closer. My lips brushed his ear. My hands gripped him. I would be a whore tonight if it meant reclaiming some piece of myself. My body craved touch, craving attention, craving something Kelvin had denied me for months.

He responded. Hands on my waist. His groan, low and deliberate, made my knees weak. My chest pressed into his, and my pulse screamed. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the heat, the tension, the thrill of danger.

And then I kissed him and he responded with a burning desire.

A slow, deep kiss. His lips demanding, yet teasing. My hands clutched at his shoulders, his hands lingering on my waist. My breath hitched. I could feel the tension building, my body awakening after months of neglect, months of heartbreak.

I wanted more. I wanted to surrender completely. But I didn’t. Not yet. I didn’t know him. I didn’t trust myself.

But the way his lips moved against mine, the way his hands lingered… it promised chaos, promised release, promised temptation.

I shivered against him. My body hummed with want I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. I had come here to escape, to drown my pain. But now… desire was mixing with grief. Lust was mixing with betrayal. And the night was far from over.

The music thumped around us, lights flashing. I pressed closer, my lips brushing his again, a spark of heat igniting a fire that threatened to consume everything.

Kelvin didn’t want me. Fine. Someone else did.

And this… this stranger… he was about to make me forget, just for a while.

“Take me.” My voice came hot, buried desires obvious.

Like he could see my desperation..he held my face tenderly, his face void of any emotions, he looked lost but the eyes never lie…he wants me.

And that….that alone made me feel wanted..seen, even if it's from a drunk stranger.

I felt his grunt pressed harder on mine, in seconds, he swayed up, my legs wrapped on him, his hands grabbed my ass.

I had no idea how we got to a room…too drunk, too broken to think things through.

In seconds…He yanked off my bra, then my thong…And he stepped back.

My brows ached in confusion, and I swallowed hard. Is this stranger rejecting me too? Am I that ugly?…I felt ashamed for a moment.

But something caught my attention…He squinted his eyes, as he eyes traveled over me, slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing every little detail.

I was about to say something but his lips cut me off….His lips brushed mine,soft at first.The kiss deepened slowly, like a flame catching air. His hand slid to my waist, firm but gentle, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

My fingers curled into his shirt without thinking.

God…Why did he feel like this?

Warm….Steady…Dangerous.

His lips moved against mine with a kind of patience that made my chest tighten. Like he was learning me. Like he was memorizing every reaction, every breath.

I let out a soft gasp when his other hand found my back, fingers tracing lightly, sending sparks through my skin.

As he traced kisses down my body, his tongue worshiping me.

In minutes I was bare…Naked in front of this stranger as he did wonders in my craving body.

He sucked in between my thighs, my pussy dripping wet and he stroked me with his finger together.

At this moment I forgot everything, my husband and best friend's betrayal.

Like a sex starved house wife…. I moaned out…loving whatever this stranger was doing with my body.

Then I felt it, his shaft at my entrance, Slowly like he didn't want to hurt me…He thrust in…and I let out a gasps…He's fucking big.

He started thrusting in slowly at first, in minutes his thrust got harder and faster…My moan echoed in the room, and I thrust my Ass back to meet his pace.

“Fuck”He groaned, as he trace kisses on my neck line, like I was all that matters…Something my husband never did.

I will enjoy every minute of this, being a whore for tonight is the best settlement I can offer myself for now.