I reach out hesitantly, a small part of me hoping that Iâm wrong. A thousand different excuses run through my mind. Maybe theyâre a gift for me. Maybe theyâre a pair of old shoes Iâve just forgotten about. I know Iâm lying to myself, and I hate myself for it.
I grab the shoes, my grip tightening around the heel. They look familiar, and my heart sinks when I realize why.
I tense when I hear a sound⦠a giggle. Iâm in a strange state of denial as I stand up and force my feet forward, toward our bedroom. Itâs like my brain knows exactly whatâs happening, but my heart refuses to believe it.
My stomach twists painfully when I notice the trail of clothes leading to the room. Part of me wants to walk away, to pretend this isnât happening, but a larger part of me refuses to do that to myself.
I take the last few steps toward the bedroom, my entire body trembling. They didnât even close the door. The sounds coming from the room break my heart. A strange helplessness fills my body. Itâs like Iâm on a collision course, yet I canât get myself to walk away.
I swallow down my tears as I make it to the doorway. I knew what Iâd find, yet somehow, I struggle to make sense of what Iâm seeing. Brad, the man thought Iâd spend my life with, is in bed with another woman. Not just any woman â Britney from HR. The same girl that keeps encouraging me to apply, that promised me sheâd do whatever she could to get me the job I want. Sheâs been so friendly to me, and she got even friendlier when I started dating Brad. I should have known her intentions werenât pure.
I lean back against the wall, out of sight. My eyes fall closed, yet the image of the two of them haunts me. Brad has her in his arms, his lips pressed to her forehead. Heâs never once held me that way. Every single time weâve had sex, heâs gotten up to shower straight after. He always told me that it wasnât personal, that he hated laying in his own sweat. Yet he doesnât seem to have an issue with it right now, with Britney. The two of them are tangled in the sheets I spent choosing.
âThereâs always another excuse,â Britney says, her voice whiny. âYou told me youâd ditch her the second she finished that software for you. Iâm tired of only being able to see you during our lunch hour.â
I wrap my arms around myself but that wonât stop the tremors, it wonât ease the pain.
âI know, honey. But I told you, she knows Grayson Callahan. This is my chance to get a better job. Working for him would mean Iâm set for life. You and I would be set for life. The pay is good, the benefits are even better, and the opportunity for growth is limitless.â
I hear the mattress squeak, and I can just imagine him leaning over to console her. I donât have it in me to look.
âIt sounds like you just want to keep dating her. When you first approached her, you told me youâd only be friends with her so sheâd help you with your work. Then you suddenly started dating her, and now you wonât break up with her? Iâm not a fool, Brad.â
I hear him sigh, and I can tell heâs frustrated. âHoney, I told you⦠I only started dating her because she thought I was flirting with her, and at the time she was doing half my work for me. I couldnât risk her walking away from that project, and itâs a good thing I didnât. Her work got me a promotion, it paid for our holidays and those expensive clothes you love.â
I bite down on my lip to keep my sobs in. All the projects Iâve helped him with, all the software Iâve helped him develop⦠he was just using me. We initially became closer because of the coding Iâd help him with. He used to take me out for drinks or dinner to thank me for my help, and I misunderstood. I thought he liked me, that he was falling as hard as I was, but to him I was just a tool. My throat closes up and angry tears run down my cheek, my lungs burning from trying to keep it in.
âThat doesnât explain why you stay with her every time you tell me youâre ending things with her, and it sure as hell doesnât explain why you with her.â
âHoney,â Brad says, sounding annoyed. âWhy do we have to do this every time? I told you itâs so she could cover half my rent, so weâd have more money for the house weâre buying. The deposit and renovations arenât cheap, darling. Thatâs why youâre staying with your parents for now, isnât it? So we can save up. Besides, I needed easy access to her for some of the projects I had going on. The few hours I saw her werenât enough to convince her to do as much work as sheâs doing for me.â
A tear rolls down my cheek and I will myself to walk away, but I canât. I canât get myself to move.
âTell me the truth. You want her, donât you? Did you really fall in love with her after all that play pretend? Just tell me, Brad. Tell me the truth. Iâm tired of waiting for you. Iâm tired of waiting for our life together to begin.â
Brad laughs, the sound vicious. âWant her? Donât mess around, Brit. Have you seen her? Those short fat legs, the disgusting stretch marks all over her body. I put up with her, but I do not her. Fuck. She disgusts me. Every time she touches me my skin crawls, and you know it. I put up with it for you, for us. Sheâs a fucking psycho. Every other night she wakes up screaming about her dead parents or some shit, disturbing my sleep. If Iâd known she was this crazy, Iâd never have bothered with her, but itâs too late now. Iâm already in it, so I might as well milk her for all sheâs worth.â
Iâve heard enough. More than enough. I wouldnât have forgiven him for cheating, but this? This kills me. None of what we had was real. While I was ready to put my dreams on hold for him, he was using me to make Britneyâs dreams come true.
I just about manage to swallow down a sob as I walk away. Part of me wants to confront them, but I canât do it. I canât stand any more of this. I need to get out before I fall apart. I donât want them to see. I donât want them to know that they broke what was left of me.