After My Fiance Cheated On MeChapter 1 What should I do if my boyfriend cheats on my best friend?
Noah and I were about to get married.
I was full of joy, but he kept mysteriously disappearing. Sometimes, I couldn't reach him for an entire day. My friends said it was just pre-wedding jitters, and since it was my first time getting married, I believed them.
When he came back drunk after a dinner party, hugging me at the entrance and saying he missed me, I believed he really did miss me.
Until I found a used lipstick in his pocket.
He had changed into that jacket just before going out in the evening. The dinner was with familiar people, and because I wasn't feeling well due to my period, I stayed home to rest. The only other woman at the dinner was my friend, Ava. Ten minutes ago, I had just seen her post on Instagram. She and Noah were standing in the middle of the group, and it looked like their wedding banquet.
I zoomed in on the photo, and the lipstick she was holding was the same one I found in Noah's pocket—the one she bought when I went shopping with her half a month ago.
I had even liked her post.
If it weren't for that lipstick, I would never have suspected anything.
Noah was lying on the couch, sound asleep. My heart sank. Next to a plate of oxidized, yellowed apples was a fruit knife. For a moment, I felt dizzy, thinking that if I ruined myself, I wouldn't let them get away with it either.
The vibration of his phone brought me back to reality. Someone had sent him a message.
The password was my birthday. I opened his WhatsApp and immediately saw Ava's profile picture.
Noah had set me as his top contact. The message I had sent asking him what time he would be home was right next to Ava's message. [Can we not get married?] It was both ironic and laughable.
He rolled over heavily and muttered, "Honey."
I didn't know if he was calling me or Ava.
Back in our freshman year, when he first started pursuing me, the only thing I didn't dislike about him was his face. Even though he called me by my nickname after calling me Honey, it only made him more detestable.
Love and hate can happen in an instant, but hate lingers, deeply ingrained.
Fortunately, this wasn't our wedding night.
"Honey, I'm so thirsty."
I put the lipstick back in his pocket and poured him a glass of water.