[Nicole]
I got out of the car after pulling over in front of the apartment I share with my boyfriend Clark, super excited to see him. It was so much of a relief to finally get home after an unusually long drive from the office.
All I could think about all day was the heated sex we had this morning right before I left for work and his words "I have a surprise for you, but when you get back."
It was pointless to think about what the surprise may be since I was sure what Clark had planned for me. It was about time.
I looked at my right index finger, satisfied with the manicure treatment I just got, and imagined an engagement ring on it. I suppressed an excited squeal, but not the giant smile that spread through my face. What better time to pop the big question than on our fifth anniversary?
I could hear the pleasant sound of music coming from the apartment, and I felt my excitement increasing again.
I imagined Clark in the sitting room, with candles and roses arranged all over the place as I pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
The sitting room was empty. I noted with a bit of disappointment.
Instead of roses and candles there were Clark's underpants on the floor along with a female's dress and undies that were not mine.
My legs grew weak from underneath me and my chest began thumping really fast.
The sweet sounding music played on, nearly concealing the whispering sounds coming from the bedroom, and for a brief moment I deliberated between going inside the bedroom or just sitting right here.
I wasn't sure if I'll be able to handle it if my suspicion is confirmed, so I sat on one of the sofas in the sitting room.
The sweet sounding music did not sound sweet to me anymore, and so I turned it off, and realized my mistake just then.
It wasn't whispers the music concealed, but loud moanings.
I clenched my fist in anger as flashes of images from this morning played in my head.
They were so engrossed in the act that they did not notice that the music had stopped playing.
"Yeah...Clark...go harder baby." I heard the bitch moan loudly, and I lost my cool.
I pushed the half opened door, and I stared wide-eyed at the sight that greeted me.
Both Clark and a strange lady were on the bed, stark naked. While she bent over like a dog, Clark was behind her, the full length of his shaft was inside her pussy, and both of his hands held her boobs firmly.
I watched with so much sadness mixed with anger as her boobs bounced underneath Clark's firm grip as he thrusted in and out of her. It was the same style of sex we did this morning, I thought, and suddenly felt like a fool.
He had me believe I was special when I was just one of his sex toys.
I didn't realize I was crying until a drop of liquid touched my foot. I touched my face and felt more tears just as I bursted into sobs.
My sobs seemed to announce my presence to them, as they immediately stopped what they were doing, and turned instead to face me.
While the look on the lady's face was that of embarrassment and shock, Clark had an air of indifference about him. He was unmoved by my presence or tears.
My anger and jealousy increased when I realized just how pretty the lady was, and how I was no match for her. I let my eyes travel through her naked body without hiding the disgust I felt, and smiled within me when she pulled up the bed cloth to cover herself. She sure deserved the discomfort she felt.
The lady, as if realizing herself, let go of the bedcloth and scurried out of the bed, and out of the room to get her clothes, leaving me alone with Clark.
Clark!
I turned to face him, and the aching in my heart increased.
"Is this the surprise you had for me?" I asked just as the entrance banged shut to announce the bitch's departure.
"Answer me!" I screamed. Clark, who was staring wide-eyed at me, jerked in shock. He has never heard me scream.
"Ye...I mean.. of ..of course not." He stuttered, and I shook my head slightly as if to shake away the stabbing pain I felt.
"What happened, Clark? Ain't I enough for you?" The tears were building up again. Clark noticed it and rushed to my side but I moved back.
"Don't touch me" I said in a weak and shaky voice.
"I'm sorry you had to see this," Clark started, and I blinked my eyes in disbelief.
Is he really apologizing because I saw him cheat instead of apologizing for his actions?
"This is not the surprise I planned for tonight." He continued, disrupting my thoughts, and I scoffed in his face.
"I think you've surprised me enough for today." I said, and headed for the walk in closet. I let the tears pour out uncontrollably as I left Clark's presence.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Clark walk towards the dressing table, but I couldn't care less. He can walk straight to hell for all I care.
In the closet, I sobbed some more. It was heartbreaking to think that five years with Clark came only to this. I recalled Clara's warning, and the tears increased somewhat.
Where do I start from? Where will I go? I asked myself and I realized that I had no answer to these questions.
I heard my phone ring from the sitting room, and reluctantly dragged myself to the sitting room where I had left my bag, brushing past Clark who was searching frantically for something I couldn't tell.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw him look in my direction for a brief moment but I continued walk to the sitting room, from where my phone rang, not giving a fuck.
My phone stopped ringing just as I retrieved it from my bag, and began to ring again almost immediately.
It was Clara, my best friend calling. I noted with a sad sigh, and for a slight second, I feared she would gloat.
I answered the call nonetheless, and brought the phone closer to my ear.
"You lying bitch!" She screamed excitedly from the other end, referring to my playing sick at the office." I let out a sad sigh, wondering if playing sick wasn't a mistake.
"Has he popped the question yet?" She squealed. Her excitement reminded me of my pain, and brought a burning sensation to the back of my eyes.
"Clara," I called. Her excitement died once she noticed the sadness in my voice. I shut my eyes to push back the tears which were now threatening to fall.
I dragged my now heavy feet back to the closet in-between sobs after which I narrated everything that happened to her.
"Stop crying already, he doesn't deserve your tears." She consoled me after I finished my narration.
"Now get your things, you can't stay in his place for one more night." She added in a firm voice, once my sobbing died down.
"But where do I go?" I had resumed crying.
"To my place of course." She sounded annoyed that I asked.
"You get your things ready, I will come and get you." The call disconnected and I sobbed some more.
I did not realize when Clark came in until I heard him clear his throat. I looked up in surprise to see him beside me, holding a diamond ring.
"This is the surprise I planned for tonight." He said, bending on a knee.
"Marry me, Nicole."