Betrayed Once, Destroyed Again
On the day of our wedding, Henry Tate tells me, "I slept with Rebecca."
He points at the big screen with a grin. "When Yves left you because of Rebecca, I swore I would make him pay and let him know what it feels like to be betrayed. So I slept with his woman."
I stare at him in disbelief and suddenly realize that the screen isn't displaying our wedding photos, but photos of a man and a woman being intimate. The man is Henry, and the woman is Rebecca Litt.
Three years ago, I caught my fiance, Yves Sullivan, and Rebecca, the student I support financially, in bed together.
I'm devastated, and Henry is the one who helps me get through it.
But now, he's using the same way to stab me where i