Betrayed Love: Stuck Between The Billionaires

Eva

I opened the doors and my heart sank under the weight, shattering completely.

On our couch, the same couch we used to cuddle, watch movies and make love in, he sat with his shirt unbuttoned, his pants rucked down to his knees.

And on his lap a naked woman moaned, bouncing fervently.

He was cheating on me. In our home he was fucking someone.

Not just anyone. Tears sprung to my eyes, burning as I saw the familiar blonde hair and milky white skin. I could still see the outline of her face through the hair.

It was Brienne. My best friend.

“You want more baby?” he groaned.

“Yeah. Give it to me Vik. Oh yes, Vik.” her moans were loud.

They weren't stopping. It was like I wasn't even there.

My legs gave in and I stumbled to hold the wall to support myself. The place soon fell silent and they both whipped their heads in my direction. My heart hammered in my chest as I faced the two people who had betrayed me.

I didn't know what I expected. Regret perhaps? But what he did next shocked me.

“Welcome back. Did you enjoy the show?” he smirked immediately after speaking.

I flinched. This time I couldn't hold back the tears and they slipped freely down my face.

“Viktor…Brienne.” I could barely think.

He stood up bravely in his half naked state, pulling up his pants. He didn't look sorry in the least.

“Why are you acting so surprised? It's nothing you haven't done before.” He glared at me.

I reared back instantly. What was that supposed to mean?

A giggle stopped me.

“Well Eva, the cats out of the bag. I don't have to pretend to be friends with you anymore.” she giggled, looking smug.

“You were my best friend!” I screamed out.

“Please,” she rolled her eyes, “Did you think it was real? I'd never lower myself to be friends with someone like you.”

I flinched at her words. I was more than aware of the difference between us. I didn't share a wealthy background or caring parents like them. I had raised myself from the ground up, going through college with the help of scholarships I worked hard for. I was the farthest thing from rich.

But when I met them they were so welcoming, saying that it didn't matter, especially him.

I turned to Viktor, the man I loved. He had never once accepted such an insult, always defending me against them.

But he did none of that now. Instead he smirked.

“A poor excuse for a charity case.” He said

That was the final straw shattering my heart into pieces.

Any words I had stuck in my throat were completely gone. I barely noticed when people came in until I felt hands gripping my arm.

“What’s going on?” I looked around and saw two security guards around me. How didn't I notice them?

Turning back to Viktor, I found his gaze fixated on the two men unsurprised

“Send her to the streets.” He said, sending me into shock before his gaze switched to me.

“Don’t even try coming back here. I'm changing the passcode so you won't be able to do it anyways.” he chuckled after.

My heart crumbled further under his heartless gaze.

“How could you do this to me?” I cried out

“You know, you look so pretty and innocent with that face but I know better.” He lifted my chin and pulled closer to me with a sneer on his face.

“You're nothing but a cheating gold digger slut. The only place you deserve is the slums. Go back to where you came from. I don't care if you die on the streets. Just never show your face in front of me.” he spat out.

He turned away and the arms dragged me back. The last thing I saw was him kissing Brienne.

I felt numb. Everything after was a blur as I was hefted out if the place I called home onto the streets, pushed out till I stumbled.

I barely stopped myself from falling as I crumbled on the empty street. Tears streamed uncontrollably from me as his words echoed in my mind.

That last look he gave, I didn't see anything but hatred.

A gold digger slut. That was what he called me. I had never asked for anything from him and always tried to return his gifts. I always tried to remain self-sufficient no matter how much he argued against it.

But that was all I was to him. He called me a slut when I had been faithful to him and he was the one that cheated.

I never even told him I was pregnant.

I didn't know how much time had passed as the cold finally came to me. I wiped away my tears, standing up on shaky legs.

What was I going to do now?

I had no place to stay. While I was still in college Viktor had pressured me to live with him in his condo. After I graduated it remained the same and no matter how much I was assured to leave once I got a job he had instead told me there was no rush.

“Your home is my home.” He had said.

Now I had nothing. No job, no money, nothing.

It wasn't just me I had to take care of.

I stroked my belly where my unborn child lay. A rush suddenly took over me and I shut my eyes in determination.

None of that mattered now. I had raised myself once without the effort of my parents to get to where I was now and I would have to do the same again. I had to live on and struggle for the sake of my child. I would give my child everything they needed and be the parent I never had.

Wrapping my arms against the cold, I walked away from the building that held the shattered pieces of my heart. A resolve cemented itself.

I would never come back here again.