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"So what sounds good for dinner tonight? We could do... salmon? Eh, fish isn't really sounding good to me. What about pasta?"
"I don't know. I'm really not feeling good at all today babe."
"Not feeling good? Do you need me to come home? You sound very out of breath."
"No! I-I'm... n-no. I'm fine," My fiancé rambled nervously. "Probably just a congestion thing like last time. No reason for an immediate trip home. I'm fine. Just keep doing our shopping."
I hesitated for a bit before deciding that whatever was the deal at home, it'll have to wait.
I decided on a pasta dish we'd had a few times and absolutely loved, then checked out and started my trip home. I'd bought some expensive wine as well hoping it would lead to a cozy night in.
Especially if he's not feeling great. It'll be nice to just stay in for the night so I can help him out with whatever he's coming down with.
Though, inevitably, that'll mean I'll likely catch whatever it is as well. Though that wouldn't be an entirely bad thing. More time spent together honestly.
I grabbed the three grocery bags and unlocked the front door. "Babe! Hey, I'm home! Have you taken your temperature yet?"
I heard rustling around upstairs and figured he just must've either been asleep or had taken it upon himself to get a hot shower in.
Which is universally known to aid in any kind of illness regardless of what and where it is.
I shut the door back and locked it, then pulled open the curtains. It had begun snowing whilst I was out and it was a gorgeous sight to see over the city.
I wanted to watch the peaceful weather as I whipped up dinner.
Though, once I'd put on a pot of water to boil, I noticed my fiancé still hadn't made it downstairs. Which was alarming.
Does he really not feel well enough to come down the stairs?
So, I ventured up there and opened the bedroom door. And absolutely everything fell into place.
There my fiancé stood, butt-ass naked, pressing another naked woman up against our bedroom wall. Practically sucking her face off.
They didn't even realize I was standing there until I cleared my throat. Carter looked so shocked that he dropped the woman hard onto the floor and stared at me.
I was horrified. Disgusted. Betrayed.
It felt like the ring on my finger began to burn. Like hot metal fresh off a flame.
"B-babe, it's not what it looks like-"
"No. N-no it's exactly what it looks like. You're a dick. A total pig," I got choked up. "We were planning our wedding!!"
"We still can!!" He snatched the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Then he held his hand out and approached. "W-we still can plan our wedding. Nothings changed!"
"Oh, no, everything has changed," I coldly remarked, ripping the ring off my finger. I threw it at him and heard it hit the floor with a metallic clack. "You can take your fake engagement ring back!! Give it to your side chick!! I'm done, Carter! And don't you even think about trying to win me back because I will get a restraining order!"
With tears pouring down my cheeks and my throat burning from held back tears and yelling, I grabbed my bag and left the house.
Headed for the one place I know I'll always have a home.
