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Rune’s POV

My fiancé is a bottom.

There are a number of things I never imagined I’d ever see. Werewolves. Sparkly vampires. Aliens. The list goes on.

At the top of that list is Anslem, my beloved fiancé, getting railed on the floor of my apartment by a man.

His stepbrother.

The cold air that was around me seconds ago transferred to my veins.

My chest tightened, squeezing off the air flow in to my lungs. The bright smile on my face froze faster than water outside the harsh winter.

I tried to inhale and it sounded like a weak doorknob rattling in my throat.

Anslem. The man I believed was the love of my life. The one I was about to introduce to my family tomorrow — Christmas day— as my fiancé. The man I’m supposed to get married to by Valentine’s Day next year.

“F-fuck! Baby… I’m— you’re so big…” Anslem moaned, his legs pressed to his chest, his cheeks flushed a dark crimson and eyes rolled back in pleasure.

He’s never had such a look of pleasure before, not even when I did all I could to please him.

“Yeah, you like that huh? You filthy little bitch,” Chris, his stepbrother, threw his head back and groaned as his dick continued to ram into Anslem.

This can’t be happening.

My heart felt like it had split in half and splattered on the floors. This is a bad dream. Yea. I got hit by a truck on my way home and now I’m dreaming up Anslem cheating on me.

He would never. He loves me!

“Shit—“ Chris growled. “Gonna fill you up with my cum. Take it, alright?”

Anslem whimpered.

He fucking whimpered.

My vision turned blurry and I realized I was crying. My lips parted and I exhaled shakily.

“Anslem, r-really?”

His head snapped over to me. His eyes, the beauty golden brown eyes I always admired, widened. “Rune!” He gasped, pushing Chris off him and scrambling for his discarded clothes. He jumped into his pants and rushed over to me. “What the fuck?! When did you get in?!”

I scoffed. “That’s what you’re asking right now?” I looked behind him at Chris who was casually and calmly putting his clothes back on. “This…this isn’t what it looks like, right?”

“Are you fucking blind?” Chris asked with annoyance in his voice. He rolled his eyes, glaring at me coldly. “Fucks sake. I was so close. Talk about cockblocker of the year.”

I blinked rapidly, as if doing so would make this all clearer to me.

Chris has never liked me, that I knew. He never hid it either. He’s always been testy whenever he saw me with Anslem. I believed it’s because he was a protective older brother.

Little did I know.

Anslem reached out to grab my arm and I reeled back like his touch was acid. “Don’t…just don’t. We’re engaged, Anslem. Tomorrow…you agreed to meet my parents for Christmas and tell them that—“

“Look, Rune, I’m sorry. Okay. I’m really sorry. But this little fantasy of yours is not working anymore. Seriously. Didn’t you notice just once?”

“Notice that you were gay?!”

He ran his fingers through his damp blond hair and sighed. “To think you had a 4.0 gpa in college. Why did you even date me? Huh?”

“Because I loved you!” I screamed at him. Tears blurred my vision and my chest heaved with each breath I forced down my lungs. “Didn’t you ever love me too? For three years, Anslem. Three fucking years. You never thought to tell me you were gay?!”

“The signs were all there, Rune. You were blind to them! I gagged every fucking time I touched you!”

My knees went weak and I stumbled back, grabbing onto the closest object which happened to be a table. His words felt like a jab to my heart.

Anslem stared me up and down, pity swimming in his eyes. “If anything I’m glad. I’m really fucking glad I don’t have to hide anymore.”

I laughed.

It was more less out of mirth and more out of disbelief.

“My goodness. You couldn’t even face me and tell it to my face what you’re not attracted to me. You decided to…how long has this been going on?”

“Years, darling.” Chris drawled behind him. "Take a guess."

Anslem had the good graces left to look ashamed.

I brushed my hand over my face and sighed. “You know, if you had told me—“”

“What? Rune? What would you have done? Wished the gay away?”

My hand moved.

I slapped him right across the face with all the anger and spite I could muster.

My body trembled and I felt nausea rise in my gut. His head whipped to the side and he brought a hand up to his cheek which was turning red with a print of my palm.

“Fuck you.” I hissed at him.

“Hey, hey,” Chris walked up to him and stood between us. He glared down at me with hatred in his dark eyes. “Get the fuck out now. Damn it, you’re so fucking crazy. Get out.”

“This is my apartment!” I hissed at him, getting his gaze with hatred of mine.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Anslem said softly.

For a second, I thought he was talking to me. Then he put his hand on Chris’s shoulder and gently nudged him back.

That was the final straw.

A sob welled in my throat. It hurt to swallow it down, but the last thing I wanted was to sob in front of these idiots.

“I’m glad I never introduced you to my parents.” I said to Anslem. “I hate you. And I wish I never see you again.”

“Rune, there’s no need to be dramatic. Please, it’s not like this sham of a relationship didn’t drain me too.”

Sham of a relationship.

Coming from the man who was by my side all the time. Who brought me coffee whenever I had a late case to crack at work. The man who kissed me whenever he could, who told me how much he loved me and how he couldn’t wait to be my husband.

All this time, he thought of our relationship as a sham.

Words couldn’t begin to describe how painful it was.