CHAPTER 2

Lunette's Pov

My heart pounded frantically as if trying to escape the confines of my chest. After I turned off the television, loud moans echoed through the walls.

My mind screamed for me to turn back and walk away and not soil my eyes. But my head kept pushing me to go forward.

I entered the bedroom with my gaze fixed to the ground. Clothes littered the floor - red lace panty, Dorian's boxers...

Slowly, I raised my head to make sure I wasn't hearing things. The bitter reality played in front of my eyes.

It wasn't sugar-coated. Neither was it unreal.

I squeezed my eyes shut. The moans grew louder and clearer. 

The disturbing sound vibrated through my ears. It felt like a two-edged sword twisting through my heart, enough to destroy it.

The smell of sex and sweat filled the air.

My bag dropped on the floor with a loud thud. They both stopped to look at me. The girl didn't bother to cover herself.

Dorian!

Discreetly, I pinched myself. Deep down, I was hoping that all of this was nothing but a dream. Unwilling to swallow the bitter pill.

To pretend that I didn't just see a random girl riding my boyfriend.

The same one that I was supposed to plan my life with.

The girl didn't bother to hide her nudity. As for Dorian, he leaned against the bed. Relaxed.

"Why are you back early?" He groaned. Wiping off the sweat that dripped down his face. He stretched out his hand and pulled the girl to his chest.

My eyes burned with unshed tears. I should cry. Scream. Curse. Throw a tantrum.

But all of a sudden, I don't have the strength anymore. 

"Why?" Was all I could ask. I tried to maintain a firm voice.

"Does it matter? You probably bore him," the bitch chuckled as she drew circles on his chest.

I balled my hands into fists until my knuckles cracked. The urge to tear her apart coursed through my body but I steadied my breath.

"I don't mind ripping your head from your body to make sure you keep that mouth shut forever," I threatened in a low voice.

She gulped visibly and hid her face in the bastard's chest.

"This is my problem with you. You're just too stubborn and I got bored." He shrugged casually, a sly smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Boredom.

I literally did everything a girlfriend should do. I loved him genuinely and wholeheartedly but it wasn't enough.

I blinked slowly and nodded. Boredom was his reason for hurting me, breaking my trust.

"We're done. And for the record, you'll regret this!" I gritted.

With that, I turned around to walk away, I threw his key over my shoulder and at the girl.

"Ouch," he whined.

"You'll need it!"

Without another word, I left. I shut and opened my eyes repeatedly. My steps are nothing like firm.

I held the wall as my legs trembled. Slowly, I walked to the car garage. Immediately I got in, I ignited the engine and drove back to my hostel.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened. My vision became blurry but I didn't stop.

The image of that girl riding him continued to replay in my head. A reminder that I was dumb and naive.

I entered my room and locked the door. My tears broke loose. I slid down the wall and cried.

I clutched onto my chest as it twisted painfully. I couldn't tell what was the exact cause of the ache.

My parents' secret or their distrust in me.

Or the fact they were right about the human I thought loved me.

Or because I was gullible enough to believe his lies.

He didn't feel any remorse. No guilt that I saw him cheating on me.

Wasn't he the man who swore to protect me?

"Just how stupid are you, Lunette?" I murmured and chuckled bitterly.

All the emotions that I had bottled up starting from the time back home till now suffocating.

I gasped and held onto my chest. The room tilted and the surrounding air just choked air out of me.

Why are they all doing this to me?

I pulled my hair roughly and slapped myself across both cheeks. The people I trusted are the ones causing me the most pain.

My parents' mocking faces flashed through my mind.

I love Dorian.

Was it not enough for him?

Was I not enough? I would have done more.

I curled myself into a ball and hugged myself tightly. The one person, one place I thought would give me comfort was the same place that crushed me finally.

What am I supposed to do now? Agree to my parents' proposed plan? But I don't even know what they are protecting from.

I sobbed profusely. My head aches but I can't bring myself to stop crying.

I don't know how long passed by but I just remained on the floor and finally, I slept off.

Even in my dreams, my reality crept in and shook me awake again. There was no hiding from me.

I breathe out heavily. I want to wake up from the nightmare but it doesn't work. It was as if a force kept pulling my back. My eyelids are too heavy to lift.

My ringtone blared loudly, forcing me to wake up. The speed and force with which I woke up worsened my migraine.

I closed my eyes and winced. Holding my head. A few seconds later, the pain reduced a bit.

My phone stopped ringing and I sighed, sitting up. I looked outside of the window and it was already dark.

I missed my test and that would affect my performance for sure.

The person who called earlier could be Dorian. He could be sorry for what happened earlier.

I quickly took out the phone from my bag. However, the name was different.

There were no calls. I wanted to chat him up on his socials but he blocked me everywhere after leaving a message.

"We should've broken up sooner."

My eyes hurt from crying but that doesn't stop the fresh tears that gathered in my eyes.

Here I was thinking that he might come back and ask for forgiveness. But how does a person beg if they see nothing wrong with their actions?

My phone buzzed. A message.

I read through it carefully. My eyes lit up a bit. Maybe this is exactly

what I need to do. Being the bigger person isn't as easy as it sounds.

However, Dorian has to regret what he did and I'll make him pay.