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Mary's POV

'What?'

'Is this real?'

'Or am I hallucinating?'

'Jerry and Donna?'

I stood frozen at the doorway as I watched the scene unfolding in front of me. My boyfriend, Jerry Peters, and my best friend, Donna Cale, were making out passionately.

They were so carried away that they didn't even know that someone had come in.

"Are you really not planning to propose to me?" With great sadness, I had tried hard, but I couldn't curb it, I asked, as I couldn't convince myself that this wasn't real.

'Is Jerry actually cheating on me with Donna, my best friend?'

"Can you just tell her everything now, Jerry? Tell her how she has been living in a fool's paradise all these days." Donna was not even remorseful, she fixed her gaze on me as she spoke with confidence.

"I don't really need to tell her anything, not anymore. She already sees everything herself. I have seen her all this time, standing right there, watching. Didn't I tell you she is so stupid?" As he said this, I felt as if my head had been banged with a hammer.

"You have seen me here all this while?" I finally broke down in tears, I couldn't believe it. Betraying me was not even hard for him, he didn't even try to apologize.

'Am I that ugly and worthless that he doesn't care if I break up with him?'

"Do you think everyone is foolish like you?" Jerry got up from the bed and walked up to me. "You want me, Jerry Peters, to be your life partner, seriously? Wait a minute, Mary, if you were me, would you propose to someone like you?"

I didn't even know how to answer his question, my mind was greatly polluted and it seemed as if my head was caving in, on my body.

"Why not? We love each other. You love me, Jerry, and I love you." My voice shook as I looked into his eyes.

"Shut up, Mary! It isn't possible, girl. You are ugly, useless, brainless, and all the bad things anyone can think of." He finally destroyed my last emotional strength.

I felt like collapsing, I wanted to fall to the ground unconscious but I couldn't. As I stared at the paper box in my hand, my tears started dropping on it, making a tick sound. I dropped it on the ground and turned to leave.

"What is that? Get back here and take your trash!" Jerry grabbed the paper box and threw it at me, breaking the paper box. "Wow! Nice sneakers!" he exclaimed as the sneakers fell out of the box onto the ground.

I turned back and picked them up but he rushed forward and snatched them from me. He hid it behind himself to get it out of my reach.

"This is mine, not yours!" He hit and pushed me roughly out of his apartment as I tried to take them back from him.

I cried all the way back to my apartment. Throughout the whole day, I couldn't stop my tears. As I couldn't get over the sadness, I decided to go far away from New York City.

I packed my bags and headed to Trenton town, I had already booked a room there. I thought I would travel there with Jerry after our graduation when he would have proposed to me.

“How did I even fall in love with this bastard in the first place?” I murmured to myself as I dropped on the bed like a boneless woman.

I sighed heavily as the thought turned to venom, finding its way all through my veins and blood vessels.

I should have known that he was scum.

And my best friend, Donna, was a devil disguised as a human.

Despite how hard I tried to get the thought out of my mind, I couldn't. As I had been thinking so hard about it, I had developed a headache. My heart had also started aching as I couldn't stop myself from thinking.

I thought I would feel better once I came here but the reverse was the case.

It had been three years and Jerry didn't see a good time to tell me that I wasn't good enough for him. He said I was ugly, inconsiderate, and uncivilized, but he was with me for three years without mentioning it.

Or did I just become that?

Why was he always adoring me if I was that bad?

Did I do something wrong?

I picked up my phone and opened my social media app with the hope that it would help me get over the two idiots. But I was wrong.

The first picture that popped up on my timeline was a picture of Jerry and Donna, who were hugging each other tightly while facing the camera. Their picture had a caption and I sobbed while reading it.

Donna was looking so happy with him.

Is this not the same Donna who always suspected him of cheating on me?

Had she been saying all that for me to break up with him?

I became curious, and I wanted to know when their love started.

When was it that I didn't suspect that something was going on between them?

Was it the first time I introduced them to each other?

Or when we marked our first anniversary of being together?

Or was it our final year in college, when I was busy studying hard and working extra shifts to have enough for this graduation trip?

Even if he wanted to cheat on me, must it be with Donna, my best friend?

Thinking about it, I couldn't just grow ugly and uncivilized within a few days. Jerry just praised me for being the most beautiful just a week ago.

Oh goodness!

I felt as if someone was repeatedly piercing my chest with a knife.

Didn't he feel anything for me all these years? If he did, how could he end it just like that, no remorse, no tears?

How could he just move on like that?

I also had to move on and forget about him.

A thought crossed my mind, and I remembered why I had booked this room. I shouldn't have come to this place, I booked a room in this hotel for a specific reason.

After reading all their customers' reviews, they praised how the hotel room was the best place to visit on your honeymoon. I made the reservation thinking I would come here with Jerry to have a nice time.

Without much thought, I threw my phone aside and started undressing. To make myself feel better, there was only one way. I had to use my hands and play with myself.

I heard some footsteps coming towards the door but I wasn't bothered.

It must be someone passing in the hallway, I discarded the thought and continued.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and a well-built, handsome man with clearly defined features walked into the room.

I didn't want to stop but I immediately lost all the zeal as I beheld the man. The more I kept looking at him, the more handsome he kept becoming. I was certain that if I kept my eyes on him this way, he could drive me crazy.

I quickly snapped out of my thought and that was when I realized...

The man was also staring at me as if he was watching an enjoyable show. He was clearly lost in thought, and the way his face displayed his eagerness didn't just turn me on for him; it also flattered me.

'How can a man look this handsome?'

'Or have the heavens seen my plight and decided to help me?'

'Maybe they don't want me to masturbate, is that why they sent a good-looking angel to fu** the hell out of me?'

He started walking towards me, his eyes not leaving my body. As he had finally gotten closer to me, with only a couple of steps left to reach me, I closed my legs and sat up.

"How did you get in here?" I asked and he simply raised up a key card for me to see.

I quickly darted my eyes towards my bag where I left the key card I took from the receptionist.

Surprisingly, it was still there.

"Who are you?" I would have thought he was a staff member, but judging by his appearance, which looked so domineering and bossy, he was definitely not.