Chapter 002

Meghan's POV.

Betrayal is indeed a bitch. This explained why she had no friends and was never found among good and genuine friendships, often a word used when people fell out of friendship with each other. It was a word that was usually associated with equally bad and horrendous words like disloyalty, treachery, and perfidy.

Seeing the two people that basically made up my social life destroying my life and everything I built to make it mine was as heart-wrenching as the actual act of pulling the fucking organ out of its beating position in my chest. No other heartbreak in my past relationships had prepared me for the one I was experiencing now.

The sound of my voice made Rhett raise his sweaty face to look at me with eyes that were deeply engulfed in pleasure. Too much pleasure that he had to blink twice to be sure that his eyes weren't deceiving him.

"Meghan?" He asked with a shocked voice that was still laced with arousal. That snapped my supposedly best friend away from whatever cloud she was in and back into reality. She quickly pushed Rhett off of her as her eyes changed from realization to guilt and then..... was that fear?

I stood watching them as my prick of a fiancé scrambled on the floor in search of what to cover his nakedness, as Martha had covered herself with the bedcovers.

"Meghan," Martha said, trying to get off the bed. "It's really not what you think." She was saying in a shaky voice.

The fucking guts! That gave me back my tongue.

"Really not what I think?!" I asked, raising my voice and approaching them menacingly. " You're trying to tell me that my fiancé wasn't fucking my best friend on the bed of our shared apartment?!" I asked because that was exactly what I was thinking and if it really wasn't what had just happened, then I certainly was becoming blind somehow.

"Meghan, you need to calm down," Rhett said, advancing towards me with cautious eyes like I was the animal here.

I laughed unbelievably looking up at the ceiling. Was I really that gullible?

"Why? Why? Why didn't I notice?" I asked myself. "I mean, I obviously noticed you guys stared at each other a lot when you were around each other, and I thought I actually heard you slap her ass in your mom's kitchen that night we spent the weekend at your family's mansion when you both were alone in the kitchen. The weekend you agreed that I could come with her." I paused, looking at them with hatred. "But  why didn't I notice that there was undoubtedly something going on between you, too?" I asked.

They both appeared guilty, confirming my findings.

Wow!

"I wonder what else I have stupidly been ignorant of," I said in wonder.

"Baby, we can sort this out, whatever this is?" The arrogant prick had the guts to say, having given up on his futile search for underwear, he stood before me and my stupid ass best friend in all his glory. My supposed husband-to-be.

"I thought you were my best friend, Martha," I said softly, looking at the girl to whom I had entrusted literally everything about my life, my fears, my tears, and my dreams until today.

"I told you all my secrets, ones I never once told my Mom. I trusted you too much to let you around me, and all I'm getting in return is you backstabbing me by fucking the man I'm supposed to be getting married to in a few months."

She looked down and covered herself more with the bedcovers. Like it was going to shield the guilt and dirtiness she obviously was feeling inside.

My eyes watered as they landed on my fingers, the delicate beautiful ring was still oblivious of the betrayal and heartbreak I was going through. It didn't belong to me anymore anyway. I took the ring from my finger and let it drop unapologetically onto the floor. I took a last look at Rhett as the ring hit the hard floor and bounced a few times before settling lifelessly on the floor.

"You'd better start cancelling all your plans because this is over," I said and turned to leave. But Rhett was beside me in a few seconds.

"No, Meghan, you can't do this to me. You can't do this to us. We can fix this."

" I didn't do anything to us. You clearly did. And there's nothing to fix." I said not to turn back. I took advantage of the fact that he wasn't dressed to come after me and left the room, grabbing my bag in the living room and leaving the house. I ignored his calls and yells until I was out of the building.

It was raining heavily when I got outside. It looked like the universe was trying to wash away my sorrows and I'd be damned if I said I didn't need it. I contemplated walking under the rain but my eyes were way too blurred by unshed tears. My throat felt like I was choking on something.  I didn't let the tears that were threatening to pour out until I was safe in a vehicle heading to the nearest nowhere I could find. Inside the vehicle, I broke down and let it all out, ignoring the looks the driver was giving me.