UnFading LOVE(Completed)

35 - Cheater 😤

# Abid's POV
# Date - November 06, 2022

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I couldn't stay there any longer. My heart was aching so much, like a dagger twisting deeper with each breath. I couldn't believe it. She was loving someone else.

Why had she agreed to marry me then? 

The question was haunting me, a relentless echo in the hollow of my chest. I was wanting an answer, some semblance of closure, but the truth was staring back at me, cold and unforgiving. It felt the same as when I had first seen her with someone else at the airport, her laughter ringing like shards of glass piercing my soul.

She wasn't loving me. She was in love with someone else. The realization was hitting me like a freight train, knocking the air from my lungs. I was gasping for breath, but it was as if I was drowning in a sea of her betrayal.

This felt like I was not breathing, but forced to breathe. I was rushing out of the hospital, the sterile walls closing in on me, suffocating me with their indifference. I was starting my car, speeding away, tires screeching against the pavement. I didn't know where I was going; I just wanted to stay far away from her, to escape the pain that was threatening to consume me.

She was a cheater. The words were echoing in my mind, a mantra of hurt and anger. I was gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were turning white, as if I could somehow squeeze the life out of this nightmare.

Anger was boiling inside me with each passing minute, a raging fire fueled by the ashes of my shattered heart. I was accelerating, driving faster, as if I could outrun the demons that were haunting me. I didn't want to feel like this; it was killing me, slowly and painfully.

She wasn't loving me. The realization was a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I was gasping for air, but it was as if my lungs had forgotten how to function.

I didn't want to think about it. Dammit! I was pressing down on the accelerator even more, the engine roaring in protest.

She was going to leave me, again. The thought was a dagger in my heart, twisting with each passing second. I couldn't bear the idea of her walking out of my life, taking with her the fragments of my heart that she had already shattered.

I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to feel like this. Just then, I was remembering how I could escape from all of this, even if just for a moment. I made a sharp U-turn and, with full speed, I was heading to my destination, a place where I could drown my sorrows and forget the pain, even if just for a little while.

Zimba Lounge and Club

I was going directly upstairs, my feet carrying me with a sense of purpose that I hadn't felt in ages. I needed this, I was telling myself, a desperate mantra to justify my actions.

"I want drugs, John!" I was shouting, my voice echoing in the dimly lit room. He was flinching at my tone, his eyes widening with concern.

"Are you okay? What happened?" John was asking, his voice laced with worry. But I didn't have time for this right now. I was wanting to beat someone up badly, to unleash the rage that was threatening to consume me, but I couldn't think like that. It would only make things worse.

"Just give me what I need, dammit!" I was shouting again, my voice cracking with desperation.

"Okay... okay... Have a seat first. I'll bring it," he was replying, but I didn't have that much patience. I needed this, I was telling myself, the mantra a lifeline in the sea of my despair.