2.

"It's twelve-thirty," Nate, her now ex-fiance said as he looked at his wristwatch. Jane was still standing against the wall at the far end, watching. Her eyes had now adjusted to the dark. Nadia shamelessly walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his lips closer to hers but he put his hand up to cease her actions.

"Jane wouldn't like that." She wanted to laugh right then. How dare he say I wouldn't like that if he was just in her pussy a few seconds ago? she thought. Her emotions were everywhere and she wanted to confront them at that very moment but for some reason, she remained pasted to the wall, watching, listening.

"She doesn't have to know."

"My engagement is at stake here," he emphasised, putting some distance between them.

"Is this how it's gonna be? Is she always going to come first to you?" Nadia snapped, her voice cracking at the end as she imagined tears were running down her face now.

"I'll see you out," Nate said, with no sympathy in his voice as he picked up her coat and tossed it to Nadia.

"Alright, fine. Where's my phone? Please call my boyfriend," Nadia said, slipping on her boots with a grump.

"It's in my bedroom," Nate replied, holding the door open for Nadia so she could leave. Jane watched as she strutted out the door, her hair swinging side to side.

After they walked out, probably to his bedroom as he mentioned, Jane took the risk and slipped out of the office and tip toed out the house quietly, making a sprint towards her Jeep that was parked outside his house.

Nadia's car wasn't anywhere in sight so Jane figured she'd either take Uber home or he'll offer to drop her home like the gentleman he is. Note the sarcasm.

She came with the intent of surprising him but he surprised her instead. Her hand trembled as she inserted the keys and she pressed the pedal too hard but she didn't care. She needed to put as much distance between them.

They stabbed her in the back. Nadia threw away their ten-year friendship down the drain and Nate just lost his four-year-old relationship. She parked her car in her garage locked the door behind her, shooting straight for her bedroom.

She took her laptop and powered it on. Then she sent the videos and pictures to her laptop as a backup and she opened the infamous exposing cheaters site and created an anonymous account.

She stilled, a deep frown etched on her face. She was not this type of person. She didn't want to give them the power to change her good heart. And she didn't know the long-term effects of what she was about to do.

She felt her cheeks moisten and felt with the palm of her hand. She was crying. She hardly cries, and yet she's crying because of the hurt she is suffering from. Even though she was still in disbelief, it gave her a sickening pleasure knowing that she found them. It hurt like hell, yes, but at least she wasn't marrying a cheater.

She just stared at the picture of them for what felt like hours when in reality the time turned 01:17 a.m. She needed some sleep as soon as possible. She closed her laptop and cuddled it, her whole body trembling as she cried into her pillow.