C1 Fiancee and Best Friend

In the Derella Garden community.

It was ten o'clock at night.

I opened the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light switch. The crystal lights in the guest room cast my reflection across the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This house was to be my bridal suite tomorrow. My fiancé, Anatol, a department manager at a company, was not only handsome but also incredibly attentive to me. I felt so fortunate to have a man who loved me so dearly.

Tradition dictated that we couldn't spend the night before our wedding together, so Anatol would stay in the new house while I stayed at my best friend Priya's place.

Before heading to bed, I double-checked the items I needed for tomorrow and realized I'd forgotten my bridal veil.

I decided to sneak back to our new house without calling Anatol, hoping to surprise him.

Thinking about how after tomorrow, Anatol and I would live happily ever after, a blissful smile spread across my face.

Slipping into my slippers, I had just reached the living room when a woman's moan emanated from the master bedroom.

Startled, I noticed the master bedroom door was ajar, and the woman's sultry voice seeped through.

A fierce rage ignited within me, my legs heavy as lead, yet I found myself irresistibly drawn toward the sound.

Standing at the bedroom doorway, the lascivious cries from within grew louder, each one striking my heart with force.

The door was slightly open; with a gentle push, it swung wide.

A pair of beige high heels lay discarded, surrounded by various women's items strewn about the floor, a sight that sparked wild imaginings.

Fighting back the surge of anger and turmoil, I looked toward the bed. In just a glance, my heart felt slashed by a knife, the pain so intense I could hardly breathe.

There, entwined with Anatol, my fiancé who was to walk down the aisle with me tomorrow, was my college roommate of four years—my closest confidante, Skylynn.

Her eyes met mine at the doorway, a flicker of challenge in her gaze as her moans grew even more wanton.

The scene before me was unbearable; every breath I took was laced with agony. My fiancé was in the throes of passion, lost in another woman's embrace.

In an instant, a wave of anger and humiliation surged through my chest. My hands balled into tight fists as I fought back the impulse to charge at them and rip them to shreds.

Skylynn's eyes were sultry, her long fingers unceasingly stroking Anatol's senses, her voice dripping with allure. "Honey, tomorrow's the day you're supposed to marry Ellie, and here you are with me. Doesn't that make you feel guilty?"

"Why should I feel guilty? Is there really any difference between tonight and any other night? Besides, she's not going to find out about us," Anatol's voice was a restrained rumble.

"But what if she does? What if she suddenly shows up and catches us in the act? What do you think she'll do? Would she call off the wedding?" Skylynn taunted me, her lips curling into a smug, cold smirk.

"She won't come. And even if she did, what of it? If it comes to it, we just won't get married. I never intended to tie the knot this early anyway." Anatol's dismissive laugh echoed as he resumed his fervent encounter with Skylynn.

"If you're so reluctant, then why go through with the wedding? You do realize that once you're married, we can't continue to see each other as freely as we do now."