Chapter 3. Heart Of Betrayal

Bliss

‎What the hell are George and Ria doing when they invited me here, with the door open?

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‎But for some reason I caught a whiff of Liam's scent. I left the door and looked to the bedside and saw Ria on Liam. 

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” My mouth was wide agape. 

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‎Liam stood up, flicking his hair back; it's his habitual gesture. He walked to where his clothes were and was dressing up.

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‎Ria put on  her lingerie and moved to sit on the cushion and crossed her legs. she just shot me a sly smile.

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‎While I'm fighting back tears, “What's all this Ria?” 

She looked at me. “Hmmm?”

 “What are you doing with Liam?” I said again.

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‎She stood up and came closer to where I was, “Are you blind?” twisting her hair.

 “What?” 

she nodded emphatically three times. 

‎“Even if you're blind, are you dumb?” She examined me from head to toe. “Can't you see you're just being deceived? I and Liam are in love, my dear; he loves me and not you.” 

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‎She walks to where Liam is. “Baby, maybe you should tell her; she does not seem to get it yet.” Liam turned to her, held onto her naked breast, pulled her closer to himself, and they locked lips together.

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‎“Liam!!” I called with a shaky voice, but he moved his head to her chest, put her nipple in his mouth, and back to her lips he moved his hand all over her waist and grabbed her but. 

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‎My eyes swelled up with tears as I stood frozen, the wait of his actions crushing me like a physical blow, the sound of his moaning, it all felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pain, each wave crashing harder than the last.

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‎Each sound he made was a fresh wound, a razor-sharp cut that left me reeling. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t process the depth of his betrayal. The room seemed to spin around me and I felt myself stumbling my legs weak beneath me.

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‎The pain was a living thing, a monster that wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed tight. It was a scream that echoed through my mind, a cacophony of hurt, anger and sadness. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into the darkness of his deceit.

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‎Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter as I struggled to find my voice. My words were barely above a whisper anymore, a fragile thread of sound that trembled with emotion.

 ”How could you?” I whispered the words torn from my soul. I felt like I was losing everything – my love, my trust, my sense of self. The pain was overwhelming.

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‎ I wasn’t sure if I’d find my way out of this darkness.

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‎Ria always took everything I wanted, and I let her have them. I can’t let her have Liam. “What a great wedding gift, George,” I mumbled to myself. 

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‎When they heard this, they let each other go; at this point, I think I was just looking for who to blame. 

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‎She came back to me. “George is so dumb,” she said, grinding. “He refused to pick up the signal, so I wanted to announce it to you both that my wedding is in three days, but he was acting up.” 

So George also just discovered, just like I did. 

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‎“I told him to invite you to get a wedding gift from us in the hotel, and he agreed.“ She laughed out loud.” 

 I was short of words.How could she behave like this? 

“You know what?” She shifted closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Did you know George was in love with you? He met me to help him get to you, but I was bored, and I. Kept him to myself instead; they are all the same, just like Liam.” She moved some steps back and winked at me.

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‎‎“Where is George?” I asked. He might actually be as heartbroken as I am. 

“Ohhh”, acting shocked, “I forgot to tell you; he came here, saw us, and he was acting all up. See him?“ She moved her finger to the other side of the bed and went to sit on the cushion.

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‎I walked slowly to where she pointed, my feet heavy. I saw George on the floor, blood gushing out; funny how they placed his head on the duvet to prevent the blood from flowing everywhere. Seeing this sent shivers down my spine.

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‎”Ria!!“ I called, my eyes wide open, ”What did you do to him? Is he dead?”  

She looked at me. “You like asking too many questions. Am I supposed to answer that? Find out for yourself if he's dead or not.” 

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‎Tears rolled down. I did not expect them to invite me, not to the hotel room, not ever. Yes, there I was standing .

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‎“Seriously, Bliss? So you really thought I would give you a gift? By the way, this is also a gift.” Ria's voice was syrupy, coated with that fake sweetness I was starting to hate.

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‎“You wanted me to see for myself,” I replied. Liam was leaning against the wall with that lazy knowing smirk. His eyes darkened when they landed on me.

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‎“So you're curious,” Liam said, his voice dripping with mockery.