He Will Be Loved

Chapter 8: Cheater Cheater

Summary: We left Y/N, broken hearted yet again, at the thought of your brief make out session with Dean. You had just gotten home, thinking Liam's best friend was over, you decided to shower first. You walked down the hall, about to go into your bedroom when you heard moaning! How will Y/N react to what's on the other side? READ ON FOR MORE!

Warnings: Cheating, Fighting, Violence, Angst, Regret, Language, Heartache

Word Count: 1,570

Gif Credit: Tenor

A/N: Here it is! The second to last chapter! I have started working on an epilogue too! Read on friends! I hope you love it!

Chapter 8: Cheater Cheater

You shook your head, trying to blame your exhausted mind for playing tricks on you, but now that you had heard it once, it was all you could hear. Your fiancé on the other side of that door grunting and groaning while some chick moaned and cried out in ecstasy. The banging of the headboard on the bed you shared against the wall told you this was real. Who was with Liam in your bed? How long had this been going on? Did you mean anything to him at all?

You felt like you had been slapped across the face and kicked in the gut at the same time. All of the guilt and sadness was suddenly replaced with white hot rage. You reached for the doorknob again and twisted it as slowly as possible, not wanting to make any noise that would alert the cheating bastard to your presence. You took a slow, deep breath to steady yourself before finally, quietly, pushing the door open. What you saw inside made your blood boil.

There Liam was in all his naked glory, clothing and sheets scattered around the floor, your bottle of wine and two glasses on your nightstand, empty. And to top of the whole goddamn scene, you recognized the person Liam was thrusting into. Gianna. Jackson's wife. Liam was fucking his best friend's wife in your bed.

"You asshole!" The scream ripped through your throat before you even had time to process.

The two of them shoved away from each other, reaching for something, anything to cover up their naked bodies.

"Y/N!" Liam exclaimed, taking a step toward you. "Baby, this isn't-"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Liam! This is exactly what it looks like!" You cut him off, reaching for the first thing your hand could wrap around on your dresser. You threw the ceramic vase at him as hard as you could. He ducked just in time, causing the vase to shatter against the wall, its debris scattering around the bedroom.

You threw a glare at Gianna. "Does Jax know you're fucking his best friend?"

Her cheeks burned bright red as guilt and anger wracked her features., yet she wouldn't cover up her perky little tits with the blanket two inches to her left..

"And you!" You turned on him, walking right up to him and shoving your finger hard into his sternum. "I can't fucking believe you! How long has this been going on, Liam?!"

He took a step back, scared now. "A while."

"Since before you came into the picture, Bitch." Gianna spat her words like venom. "The only reason he was with you was to keep Jackson off our scent."

Your attention swirled back to her. "Speak again, Cunt, and I swear, I'll come over there and shut you up myself."

"Don't hate, Sweetie," She said mockingly. "It's not your fault you've been too stupid to notice that Liam has been lying to you this whole time." She let out a harsh laugh. "Drill? Puh-lease. He's been meeting with me every month."