Chapter 1

❤️Sophie❤️

I thought the worst thing that could ever happen to me was catching my boyfriend cheating on me, it actually is, but it hurts more when the person he’s cheating on me with is someone I trusted so much.

Someone I respected so much.

Yet here he is, Sebastian, fucking someone on Mrs Davis, our English professor's huge desk inside the office. And the person is Mrs Davis herself.

Stacks of papers are on the floor around them; my boyfriend grips our professor's hips and keeps thrusting into her with brutality.

Dirty moans fill the entire hallway, no one is around, the students are all gone, Mrs Davis is the only one known to go home late because she always has the most work.

Every student loves her, me personally, she’s like a second mother to me, attentive, with a kind smile.

I blink my eyes several times, just to make sure I'm not seeing things but they are still there, fucking, sucking, tasting.

Every sound coming from their lips cut through me so deep I almost stagger and hit the floor.

Sebastian never fucks me like this, he’s always complaining that I'm too weak, or maybe he’s too tired. Just one round, and he will roll off me, he has never even made me come ever since he disvirgined me.

A moan tears from Mrs Davis's lips as Sebastian thrusts into her from behind in her office. And I watch with my jaw on the floor.

This is the craziest thing I’ve seen with my eyes since my parents gave birth to me and it’s not an exaggeration.

He slaps her ass, she squirms in front of him, jerking her ass deeper into his hard-on.

My entire body trembles, I'm too stunned to move. So I stay there, watching my three-year boyfriend ravage another woman.

And to think that this woman is my advisor, whenever I have a relationship problem, I rush to her, just like I did now before I found her getting screwed by my boyfriend.

My throat tightens so hard it's becoming difficult to breathe.

My knees buckle and I clutch the door handle to stop from hitting the floor.

Their loud moans fill the room, tormenting me. The tears spill before I can stop them.

For a second, I almost convince myself I misread the scene. That maybe this is a dream, or a cruel hallucination born from stress, exams, everything piling too high for too long.

But then Sebastian laughs, the same laugh that I thought was only meant for me, and it slices through me.

“ Fuck mommy harder, good boy!”

My boyfriend grunts, and slams into her, “Fuck! You are so tight, so sweet.”

My hand shakes so hard until I clench it, I want to scream, to shout at them to stop, but I stand there, too broken to say a word.

The sex is so hard, so rough, that I assume bruises will be left on her body, but judging by the way she keeps moaning like a stupid sex starved slut that she is, she seems to be enjoying it.

“Do you fuck your girlfriend this crazy, baby?” she purrs.

“ My dick is meant for only you to enjoy like this.”

“Love fucking me, don't you?”

A loud spank echoes through the room and she jerks, then grips the counter.

The room suddenly becomes too hot, too suffocating. My hand grabs the doorknob, and it creaks.

Both of them flinch at the same time, so it really is happening, I'm not hallucinating, I'm not dreaming.

A fresh wave of tears hit me from nowhere.

Sebastian scrambles back first, yanking at his clothes like it will erase what I just saw. Mrs Davis adjusts herself slower, smoother—like she still has control over something in this mess.

That alone makes me want to go over and slap her hard across the face, but it seems my legs have stopped functioning.

Sebastian darts forward, “ Sophie—”

“Don't.” I raise a trembling hand, and my voice comes out low, too low for how I'm crumbling inside.

I step fully into the room now, and every memory I have of this place, the advice session, the polite smiles, the trust—I feel them rot all at once.

“You.” I turn my gaze to him first.

Sebastian looks wrecked, guilty, but not destroyed enough, at least not the way I'm getting destroyed right now.

Three years of love, plans, apologies, intimacy, reduced to him standing half naked in her office like I interrupted something.

“What exactly am I supposed to be seeing right now?”

He exhales sharply, “It just happened, I swear—”

“Just happened?” I let out a laugh and it comes out broken, “Okay your dick accidentally falls into her right?”

Mrs Davis finally speaks, “You need to calm down—”

“Don't you dare tell me to calm down.”

She continues again, “You don't have to shout, things like this happen, it’s because you don't satisfy him as I do.”

The words slap me hard in the face, is this Mrs Davis? I laugh, I laugh so hard my stomach hurts, and I wipe the angry tears spilling from my eyes, “You are so shameless, getting fucked by someone that could have been your son!”

They both jerk, “What happens if the authorities find out about this?”

Panic flickers on their faces, “ Sophie…..”

“Shut the fuck up!” I scream.

They stop talking.

My hands curl into balls without permission, my whole body is shaking now, not from sadness anymore, but from betrayal. And it’s making it hard to breathe.

“So tell—” my voice comes out barely above a whisper, “ do you enjoy fucking older women?” Older women, the words echo through my brain.

I'm just twenty, he’s twenty too and he just finished fucking a woman close to forty.

Sebastian's eyes dart to the floor, he doesn't deny it, and that silence is enough to tell me what I need to know.

I stagger back and slam into the wall hard.

“You enjoyed fucking her, you were moaning, you never fucked me like that.”

I don't even know which one hurts more, the fact that he’s fucking someone else, or the fact that he never enjoys fucking me like this.

“And you,” a lump forms in my throat and I swallow hard, “ you used to give me relationship advice, you were always so kind to me, so motherly, was that all because you were screwing my boyfriend and you never wanted me to suspect a thing?”

Sebastian takes a step forward, “It’s not what you think—”

“What I think!!” my loud voice rips through the walls.

Pain flashes across his eyes now, “ I'm sorry….”

Shaking my head, I utter, “You don't get to be sorry, sorry is when you say you forget someone’s birthday, not when you destroyed your girlfriend’s life.”

More questions flood through me, I want to ask if I was always a joke to him, I want to ask if all the love he showed for three years was true, or they were just meant to deceive me.

But one question leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, I stare at him for long, with my throat tightening so hard, “Tell me one thing…. Have you always loved her? Me and her, who do you choose?”

A part of me wishes he will choose me, fall to the floor, and tell me he won't ever come close to her again, that this is just a one-time mistake.

But his eyes move from Mrs Davis to me and then to Mrs Davis again, “ I'm sorry Sophie……”

A loud cry vibrates through my chest, three years of relationship, gone within a blink.

There is no need to wait anymore, he chose her, I was just a thing to pass the time, I step back towards the door, wiping my face as tears keep pooling.

Sebastian calls my name, but I'm already running through the hallway, I have no idea where I’m running to, I just keep running.

Until my feet burn, until I feel like I'm about to collapse.

Then I trip and hit the floor hard.