Chapter 3: Jeremy Packed Out of Ariana's Apartment.

Jeremy's POV

After the wedding, I got into Melody's car, and the car I rented was sent away. I was not happy. It was Ariana Brown I wanted to marry, but I could not just stand her betrayal. How could she be pregnant with another man? The thought made me angrier. 

"Where would you like us to go?" I heard Melody ask. 

I turned and stared at her behind the wheel. I couldn't believe I married her in place of Ariana. I shifted my gaze away from her and stared ahead.

"I need to get my stuff out of Ariana's apartment," I replied coldly.

"Okay," Melody replied. 

She sounded like she was not at all bothered by my demeanour. It was a silent ride to the apartment. Melody parked the car, and I got down to go get my stuff.

"Should I come with you?" Melody asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"No," I replied and resumed my walk into the apartment. 

Memories. So many good memories. I thought as soon as I entered the small apartment. 

I walked into the bedroom, grabbed my small bag and collected everything that belonged to me into it. I opened the drawer and saw the toy ring I used to propose to Ariana when she was just 15 years old. 

I sat on the bed and stared at the ring. Memories of Ariana and me flooded my mind, and tears filled my eyes. I loved her so much. We have been through a lot together. Especially Ariana. She sacrificed a lot for me. With my new job, I wanted to give Ariana the world.

"You had to betray me like this, Ariana. You were giving your body to another man, yet you would not allow me to touch you," I whispered on my lips and threw the toy ring back into the drawer. "I can forgive you for anything, but I can't forgive you for cheating on me," I said and stood up from the bed. 

My gaze fell on a broken knob of her drawer. I remembered what led to that. I had come home from school and let myself into Ariana's apartment. I missed her. She came home around 10 p.m., tired. She took a shower, and we watched a movie on my phone while lying together in bed. I started desiring her, and I kissed her. She allowed me to kiss her, but when I took things a step further, she began to withdraw. I thought I could get her to submit, but things turned rough, and she freed herself from my grip. She got down from the bed hurriedly and accidentally broke the knob with her foot and got hurt in the process. 

After recalling that thought, my imagination went to Ariana in bed with another man, and it infuriated me.

"Arrrhhh!" I roared, shutting out the imagination. "How can you do this to us, Ariana? All this while you were acting like a saint, you were giving your body to another man," I said angrily and punched my travel bag like it was the one that had offended me.

I adjusted my tuxedo and exited the apartment with my bag, leaving the door ajar. I dropped my bag in the back of Melody's car, and we left Ariana's place. 

"I understand you are going to the Royal City today?" Melody asked, and I nodded, sitting next to her with a frown. "We can go together. Let me introduce you to my parents first, and we can leave," I heard Melody say and made a turn on the road.

I did not react to her comment. I only stared at her briefly, and my gaze fell on the ring on her finger as her hand rested on the steering wheel, and her fingers drummed away to a melody only she could hear. I recalled slipping the ring onto her finger on the altar a couple of minutes ago after saying my vows to her. I shifted my gaze to the ring on my finger, and I touched it, feeling hurt.

That ring was supposed to be for Ariana. I thought, shifting my gaze to the window on my side, wondering how I ended up marrying Melody.

It is Ariana I love, but she is now pregnant with another man's child. The thought made me angry again. I was loyal to her, and she cheated on me. I decided not to think about it any more.

"Still thinking about Ariana?" I heard Melody ask. 

"No," I denied it.

"It's okay to think about her," Melody said. "She is my best friend, and I am also thinking about her," she said and made another turn on the road. "I was very shocked when I saw the pregnancy test results in her drawer. I only asked one question. Who is the father of her baby?" she said. "Truth be told, I know she works at the restaurant till late, but I didn't know she was keeping another man besides you," she went on. "It all makes sense now," she said. "She would take a quick shower anytime she returned, and there was that odour, you know, the sex smell, anytime she returned home at night, and I was around," she said and turned to look at me.

"Enough!" I snapped, angered by her words. "I don't want to hear it," I said angrily and shifted my gaze back to the window.

"I am sorry," Melody apologised and made another turn on the road. It was now a straight drive with no turns.