My Paradise With Mr.Billionaire

"How could you do this to me?" I yelled, my body trembling with uncontrollable

My boyfriend jumped away from the girl he had been holding, rushing to cover up himself. Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I turned to the girl he was having sex with a moment ago and froze, staring at her for a long time, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me.

"You… you’re cheating on me with your sister! That is disgusting!" I scrunched my face in disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, the love of my life, the person with whom I had planned my future, was cheating on me with his sister, of all people.

"How stupid can you be? I am not his sister!" Anastasia said with a smug smile. She laughed wickedly as she snuggled deeper into the bed,

the bed I had shared with David for the past two years.

"What do you mean you’re not his sister? You've been acting like it for the past six years! Someone better start talking before I lose my cool and explode!" I said, pacing back and forth. I was confused, angry, and slightly relieved to know they weren't at least committing incest in my bed for God knows how long, because I would literally puke.

“Babe, I can explain," David said, making me turn to face him. He rushed toward me after finally putting on some sweatpants. I stopped pacing and stared at him coldly, hoping to show no emotion other than cold indifference. I couldn't let him see how broken I felt, in fact, I definitely wouldn't.

He stopped short, his hand frozen midair, rubbing the back of his neck instead, too cowardly to meet my eyes. The way he avoided eye contact, finding the ground more interesting, said it all.

He wasn't expecting me to stand there waiting for an explanation; he probably wanted me to have a big outburst and storm out, giving him the chance to come up with some shitty excuse while I was away trying to calm down. Or maybe he didn't even want to explain , he just needed me to storm out and give him peace.

“Please go right ahead, explain why I just finished watching you have sex with your so-called sister on our bed," I said, glaring at him. He didn't say anything, just scratched his head, leaving me angrier.

"COME ON, speak already or are you dumb now? You know what, I am a generous girlfriend, so I will wait for one of your bullshit excuses,” I said, sitting on the chair, reminding myself not to touch that bed. But as I sat on it, a shiver ran down my spine. I seriously hoped that they didn't ruin this chair as well. Does it even make a difference? I have been sleeping on a bed of lies for two years.

"Come on, my love, tell her the truth,tell her that you have been playing her all this time," Anastasia said with a mischievous smile. David glared at her for a few seconds before clearing his throat and stuttering.

“Come on, BABE, spit it out or do you need more time to think of more lies, like everything you have been telling me since the beginning of our relationship?” I said, waiting for him to say something. He disappointed me by opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Looking at him now made me feel like slapping myself.

How could I be so naive and stupid to think that he loves me? No one loves me, so why did I think an idiot with a dozen red flags would?

"How much did you hear?" he finally said, his eyes holding remorse, but I knew it was only because he was caught nothing more. I thought about everything I did today: how I worked overtime for days just so I could leave work early to surprise him for our anniversary and his birthday.

How I walked into the house that was already open and saw a candle-lit dinner set up. How I stupidly thought that he did it all for me. How I ended up being disappointed and found out the ugly truth because one of the glasses was already used and it had a red stain of lipstick on it.

I remembered everything I heard when I walked up the stairs, passing by pieces of clothing that I don't own and have never seen in my life.

“Did you like your present?" she asked in a coy voice, her high-pitched tone making her sound weird, but he didn't seem to mind. He took her hand and kissed it to answer her question, which made her laugh and snuggle closer to him while he stroked her hair ,something he had never done to me.

“When are you going to break up with her? It's been two years; aren't you done with her?” she said, but he didn't answer he just continued stroking her hair.

“Soon," was his only reply, which was enough for Anastasia to shut up and for my heart to feel like it was being pierced by a thousand knives before breaking and shattering into tiny pieces ,too tiny to fix.

“We will be together soon, my love,“ he said and planted a kiss on her lips. He kissed her with so much passion that he had never, throughout our relationship, shown to me.

“Well, pretty much; I just heard everything you said after you guys had sex,” I said, glaring at him. He actually had the nerve to look relieved, which hurt me more than what I heard before. What did he say to her that he didn't want me to know?

I turned to Anastasia, who was now sipping champagne that I didn't even know was in the room. With the smug and triumphant look on her face, it was obvious that if I asked her what they talked about, she would gladly tell me. With a smile on her face, she looked ready to tell me right now without me even asking.

“Okay," the last thing I thought he was going to say was the first thing that came out of his mouth. I felt tears blur my eyes and a burning sensation in my throat. A stupid part of me thought he would say something like, ‘I am being blackmailed’ or ‘I was drunk, but I still love you’ so there would be hope that we could move past this.

There was nothing but silence after his answer, and that stupid part of me died a slow and painful death while my blood began to boil. I don't know what is happening; all I know is my hand is moving from my side to my dressing table, picking the first thing I touch, and flinging it.

A crash. A scream. And then silence.

"What did you do!!!"