Ruthless

Jenny

A satisfied grin crept onto my face, knowing the havoc that simple text message was going to do to Hannah’s marriage…

Two years ago, at my birthday party, I saw Hannah slipping into the guest bedroom with a man who wasn't Marcus. I knew it was her ex boyfriend because she had invited him despite my reservations. I had nothing in mind when I took those pictures of the two kissing passionately. I was only going to use the pictures to taunt her later so I didn’t disturb them and quietly walked away.

I never showed her the pictures or taunted her either. I totally forgot about it until months later, when she announced her pregnancy, she cried to me about how Marcus was going to be the best father in the world but I knew he wasn’t the father.

I didn’t say anything though. I kept that secret like it was my own. I thought I was being a sister and protecting her family. But if she could tear down my future over envy, then I would tear down hers without remorse.

Once that was done, the fire of revenge in me finally calmed down. Now, I need to get my man back. Hannah might have poisoned his heart, but I’ll win him back and make him see her for the liar and manipulator that she is.

I knew if I could just get him alone and talk to him, he would remember the woman he once loved.

I hurried out of the house and drove back to Nate’s penthouse. It was already dark when I got there and I knew he wouldn’t be back yet which was exactly what I wanted. The security guards bowed as I passed, unaware that the wedding of the year had been called off only hours before.

I got to his room and the scene from earlier quickly replayed in my head. I quickly shook it off and moved around the room. It’s just been hours since we broke up and I already miss him like it’s been months.

I grabbed his jacket which was lying on the bed and then hugged it tightly, letting his expensive cologne fill me up till I could barely breathe.

I heard the front door click just then and I immediately panicked. I wasn’t ready to face him yet. I was going to plan a surprise and then set the mood for our discussion.

I didn’t have time to think before slipping into the closet. I pulled the heavy door almost shut, leaving just a little room so I could still see him.

"I can't believe you actually did it," a woman’s voice laughed and my heart didn't just skip a beat, it stopped.

I couldn’t believe my ears so I gently peeped through the crack and to my surprise, it was indeed Hannah and Nate.

Nate didn't look like a man whose heart was broken. He was grinning with his hands in Hannah’s hair as he pressed her against the wall while they made out passionately.

"It was so easy," Nate said, pulling back to catch his breath. He looked down at the envelope with my photos still sitting on his dresser.

"I played the 'disappointed boyfriend’ perfectly, didn't I? I thought you were pure, Jenny! How could you!" He exclaimed and they both burst into laughter while she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"The look on her face when I threw those photos... babe, I almost felt bad for a second but it worked. Your plan worked perfectly." He added and she smiled proudly.

I stood there frozen, still holding his jacket tightly to my chest. I couldn't breathe or move. I was completely shocked.

“What about Marcus? Has he reached out yet?” He asked, trailing his fingers down her neck.

“Surprisingly, no. I even called to confirm but it’s nothing so I had to tell him about the breakup. He’s at a gala and thinks I’m with poor, heartbroken Jenny right now. I don’t know why she hasn’t made a move yet." She sneered while Nate kissed her nose.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m sure he will surely get it before tomorrow.” He chimed in.

“I really can’t wait for the news to hit the public. The scandal of your fiancé being an 'ex-stripper' will make the board of directors practically beg you to stay away from her. And Marcus will divorce me so fast I won't even have to pack my bags." She let out and for a second, I became confused as I couldn’t figure what they were planning. Why was she happy that her marriage would end?

"Yes baby, everything is falling into place. My family kept pushing for Jenny because of her image. They wanted a graceful and quiet wife for the company brand. But I’ve wanted you since the night of that party two years ago." Nate replied, kissing her again while I suddenly started sweating all over and my legs began to shake.

"It’s actually funny because she thinks she saw me with my ex that night," Hannah laughed, pulling Nate closer by his tie.

“She saw a man in a dark hallway and assumed it was my ex not knowing it was you. And to think she took pictures to blackmail me. I waited so long for her to play her cards but she didn’t. Not even when I announced my pregnancy. I expected her to do her usual stalking again and figure out that my daughter is actually yours. She never did, so I guess she isn’t as smart as I thought.” She let out with a mocking laugh.

The whole room started to tilt then and I had to grip the wall to keep from falling.

Hannah’s child… my goddaughter, the little baby I held in my arms and love like she’s mine… she belongs to Nate. And the ex I thought I saw was in fact my fiancé.

They had been playing me for two years. Everything we’ve shared since then was all a setup and they even used the most painful part of my life as a convenient exit to get rid of me just so they could be together.

"She’s probably at home right now, crying into her wedding dress," Hannah mocked while Nate started kissing her neck again.

“Good for us then. That would make her end this quickly. You already said she’d try to get back to you and tell Marcus about your infidelity.” He chimed in.

“I know right, she’s so predictable.” She affirmed.

It finally all became clear to me at that point. Hannah was intentionally ruthless to me when I confronted her. She wanted to stir up anger in me so I’d run to Marcus with the pictures. They used my revenge to fuel their own escape and I played right into their trap.

A sudden cold washed over me and every bit of love in me died that instant.

I realized then that sending those photos wasn't enough. They wanted a war? They wanted to paint me as the crazy, bitter woman? I will give them exactly that.

I took a deep breath and adjusted my phone. I had instinctively turned on the recorder the moment I heard Hannah’s voice, not knowing I was even going to catch the confession of a lifetime.

I thought that was all but it got worse when he turned her around, pinned her to the wall and tore off her dress.

I couldn’t even bring myself to watch their show of shame. I just stood there in the dark, with my phone firmly in my hand recording while listening to the sounds of the man I thought I loved and the woman I thought was my sister having hot wild sex.

They didn’t stop after the first round. They moved to the bed and went even harder!