CHAPTER 6: BETRAYAL IS A FATAL BITCH.

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William told me more about his tragic story. Of how, he grew up with his current wife and how they were childhood sweethearts.

Hm.... I myself, have been in that situation quite a few times.

From my experience so far, childhood friends always loses most of the time. In my case, I was never able to earn back the love from my love interests. Whenever I was their childhood friend I was either friendzoned or familyzoned. Back then I used to feel bitter but now...I don't care about it anymore.

Anyway, coming back to William's story, he was in a very disgusting situation to be in.
He met his best friend in middle school. Once he introduced his wife to his best friend, they became a golden trio real quick.
William wasn't giving off his cheating wife's name and his cheating best friend's name. Not that I would know them even if he did, since they are a part of a different world:the cheating duo.

Just thinking about how those two might have fucked each other while lying to William made me feel very angry for him.
What's worse is that he was married to the woman who stabbed her own husband when he tried to confront them about the truth.

"I love her. I don't know why she did that to me. Why did she did that to me? If she had told me the truth I might have let them be together......"

I felt anger rise within me. No one deserves to be treated like that by their own best friend and their wife.

"It must have been hard for you."

These words left my lips so naturally that I didn't even realised that I had spoken out my thoughts not until I saw William looking up to face me.

When our eyes met I could tell that he was surprised.

My left ear was twitching. I knew that the rage burning inside me was showing on my face.

"What did she say to you?" I asked.

William paused for a very long time.....before replying. "That it was a mistake she made unknowingly."


I snorted at that answer.
A mistake? It might have been a mistake if she had slept with that best friend just once. But they did it numerous times. And once you repeat the same mistake over and over again, it will no longer remain a  mistake but a consenting cheating affair.
I don't understand why someone would cheat on their own partner. Breaking up and saying you don't want to be with them anymore is such a better road than to cheat them with someone else.


"When someone cheats, there is always a chance of them doing it again and again." While making sure to study William's facial expression, I continued with my words.
"I don't know you or what kind of person you are. But I can only say this: when someone cheats they are hyper aware of what they are doing yet they still follow through it. People like that don't deserve a second chance."

William was looking at me with a disturbing look. His eyes looked lovelorn. He looked sad and hurt.
Running his big hands through his face, he looked agitated.
He is a big man. Yet betrayal is a fatal bitch.
It must be hard on him.

"But....I still love her....and we are already married....I..." He uttered in a low voice.

I could tell that William was reluctant to let go of his time with his cheating wife.

"I can't....Besides, its so hard to forget all those years I have spent with her.  I..."

I cut him off mid sentence. "But it's not impossible."
Some of those scenes from my memories I see in my dreams resonated so well with his situation. 
I know how hard it is to let go but, letting go is not an impossible feat to attain.


"When you fall down, what do you do?" I asked him looking right into his eyes.

He looked shaken up by my sudden question.
"Get up and walk again?"

I smiled at him. "Correct."


"When you fall down or stumble, you get up and start walking again." This is the way of life.




William just stared at me. He didn't speak. And neither did I.



William, I hope you will know your own worth. It's not worth hanging onto a person who has discarded your worth in their life. So I hope you let go of them and keep walking.
I thought this to myself.





The next day when I woke up William was gone from my house.


Hopefully he will have his own good story to tell.






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