The Truth Behind Closed Doors

“I’ll take this one too,” I say, pointing at the chocolate bars beside the counter.

The shopkeeper glances at the growing pile in my hands. “You really like sweets.”

I shake my head. “They’re not for me.”

He wraps the snacks in a small nylon bag and hands it to me. I pay and step outside, the evening air cool against my face.

Adrian’s favorite. He always says chocolate helps him think. I smile faintly at the memory of him stealing pieces from my hand, pretending it tasted better that way.

I should go home. Mother and Virelle are probably there by now. The thought alone makes my chest tighten.

Not yet.

I just want one place where I can breathe without being judged. One place where someone looks at me without disgust.

My fingers tighten around the nylon bag.

I head toward Adrian’s house.

His gate is unlocked. That’s not unusual. He never worries about security in this neighborhood.

I step inside, my heart beating faster with every step. I didn’t call ahead. I want to surprise him. The idea makes me nervous and excited at the same time.

The living room lights are on, but the house is quiet.

“Adrian?” I call softly.

No answer.

Maybe he’s upstairs.

I walk in, placing the bag of snacks on the table. The silence feels strange, too thick. Then I hear it.

A laugh.

A woman’s laugh.

I freeze.

My first thought is that it’s a guest. Maybe a colleague. Maybe a cousin. But the voice is familiar. Too familiar.

My stomach drops.

Virelle.

My feet start moving before my mind catches up. I climb the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last. Their voices grow clearer. Low. Intimate. A sound I don’t want to understand.

I stop in front of Adrian’s bedroom door. It is slightly open.

My hand trembles as I push it wider.

The world tilts.

Adrian and Virelle were in the middle of it.

Virelle was on all fours in the center of his king-sized bed, back arched deeply, her perfect round ass raised high. Adrian was behind her, gripping her hips with both hands, thrusting into her hard and deep with wet, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin. The room smelled of sweat and sex. Virelle’s long hair stuck to her glistening back, her full breasts swinging with every powerful stroke. She moaned loudly, shamelessly, pushing back against him to take him even deeper

Neither of them stopped when they saw me.

Virelle turned her head, looked straight at me, and laughed through a moan. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t even slow down. Her pussy was visibly stretched around Adrian’s thick cock, shiny with her arousal as he drove into her again and again.

For a moment, my brain went numb.

Then Virelle turns her head and looks at me.

She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t grab the blanket. She doesn’t even look surprised.

She laughs.

“Well,” she says, her voice light and amused, “look who finally showed up.”

My ears ring. I can’t breathe. I stare at them, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes are seeing.

“Virelle…” My voice comes out in a whisper. “What… what are you doing here?”

She raises a brow. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Adrian sighs and sits up, not even bothering to hide himself. He runs a hand through his hair like this is nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

I take a step back, shaking my head. “No… this… this is a joke, right? Adrian, tell her to stop….”

Virelle laughs again. “You’re still this naïve? I almost feel bad for you.”

My vision blurs. I turn to Adrian, searching his face for the warmth he always shows me. For any sign that this is a misunderstanding.

“Adrian,” I say, my voice breaking. “Please… tell me what’s going on.”

He looks at me, his expression flat.

There is no guilt. No panic. Just irritation.

“What does it look like, Aurelia?” he says. “I’m busy.”

The words hit me harder than a slap.

“I brought you your favorite snacks,” I whisper, gesturing weakly toward the door, like that matters, like that can somehow undo what I’m seeing. “I thought… I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

Virelle snorts. “She brought you snacks? How cute.”

I feel heat rush to my face, humiliation crawling up my skin.

“I asked you something,” I say, louder now, my hands shaking. “Are you… are you two together?”

Virelle stretches lazily, not bothering to cover herself. “Of course we are. Did you really think he was with you?”

My heart pounds in my ears. I look at Adrian again, clinging to the last thread of hope.

“Tell her she’s lying,” I plead. “Adrian, please…..”

He exhales slowly, like he’s tired of a child throwing a tantrum.

“You want the truth?” he says.

I nod, tears already spilling down my cheeks.

“You were just someone to pass time with,” he says, his voice cold and clear. “Nothing more.”

Something inside me cracks.

“I… I don’t understand,” I whisper. “You said you loved me…..”

He laughs softly. “Did I? Or did you just hear what you wanted to hear?”

Virelle giggles beside him, leaning against his shoulder like she belongs there.

“You should have seen yourself,” she says, looking at me with open mockery. “You believed every single word. It was almost impressive.”

I tighten my grip on the door knob, trying to hold my body together as it starts to shake.

“Why….?” I ask, my voice trembling. “Why would you do this to me?”

Adrian studies me for a moment, then shrugs. “Because it was easy.”

The room feels like it’s spinning.

“You’re not my type, Aurelia,” he continues. “You never were. Your body is… repelling. You’re awkward, plain, and honestly, looking at you for too long is tiring.”

Each word feels like a knife, cutting deeper than the last.

I shake my head, backing away. “Stop… please stop…..”

“You asked for the truth,” he says flatly.

Virelle smiles, her eyes shining with cruel amusement. “He only got close to you to meet me. You were just a convenient bridge.”

I stare at her, my mind struggling to process her words. “What… what do you mean?”

She tilts her head. “Adrian was interested in me from the start. But you were always hanging around me like a shadow. So he used you to get closer. It worked perfectly.”

I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“You’re lying…..” I whisper, though my voice has no strength left in it.

Adrian shakes his head. “She’s not.”

Silence fills the room, thick and suffocating. I can hear my own uneven breathing, the faint rustle of sheets as Virelle shifts beside him.

“So… all this time,” I choke out, “everything you said… it was all fake?”

“Yes.”

The simple answer destroys whatever is left of my heart.

Tears stream down my face, blurring their figures into shapes I barely recognize.

“I defended you,” I say, my voice breaking into sobs. “I trusted you. I thought… I thought you were the only one who saw me…. As….as more than just the ugly twin…..”

Virelle laughs sharply. “That was your first mistake.”

I can’t stay here anymore. The walls feel like they’re closing in on me, their faces suffocating me.

“I hate you,” I whisper, though the words sound weak even to my own ears.

Adrian rolls his eyes. “Close the door on your way out.”

That is the last thing I hear before something inside me snaps.

I turn and run.

I stumble down the stairs, my vision blurred by tears. The bag of snacks I left on the table catches my eye, and for a second, I remember how carefully I chose them, how excited I was to see him smile.

I shove the door open and rush outside into the night air.

My chest hurts. My throat burns. I keep running, my footsteps echoing loudly in the quiet street.

The tears won’t stop. They keep falling, hot and endless, blinding me as I run without knowing where I’m going.

I finally stop at the corner, gripping a street pole to keep myself from collapsing. A broken sob escapes my lips.

Everything Blake said.

Everything my mother said.

Everything Virelle said.

They were all right.

I slide down slowly, my back against the cold metal, my body shaking as the truth settles in.

I was never loved.

I was never chosen.

I was just used.

And now, even the one place I thought I belonged has been taken away from me.

I bury my face in my hands and cry, alone on the dark street, wishing I could disappear and never be seen again.

I was never wanted.

I was only used.

And girls like me never got the happy ending.