Page 2 of Vengeful Melodies

I spot his car in the parking lot, along with one other. The sinking feeling weighs heavily as I step forward.

The cold doorknob twists easily in my hands as I drag the door open.

Muffled sounds echo from the room above—the same room I know is Bradley’s office. The rhythmic thumping hides my footsteps as I ascend the stairs.

I grip the knob of his office, twist slowly, and push it open.

What I see shatters me.

I can’t breathe. My legs feel like they’re about to give out as I watch him. My fiancé is involved with his so-called friend. Her legs entwine his waist, and her body sprawls across his desk as if they've done this countless times. She looks up at him withthat damn smile—the one she gives him when she thinks I’m not watching.

I want to scream. I want to hit him, shove her off him, but my body just won’t move. I never saw this coming. How could I not have seen it? The way he holds her is like he’s never held me.

Moans fill the room. He doesn’t even realize I’m there—eyes clenched shut, moaning alongside the whore beneath him. His meaty hands clutch her uneven boob job as he finishes inside her.

I watch in slow motion as he leans down, capturing her mouth in a breathy groan.

Bradley lifts his head, a sick smile plastered on his face before his eyes lock on mine.

I watch in horror as he stumbles to cover his now limp cock.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bradley screams.

Amber’s eyes meet mine, a sickly sweet smile playing on her lips.

“Oops, looks like she caught us, baby,” Amber snickers, tits still on full display.

I fight the urge to gag—or slit her throat for fucking my fiancé.

My mouth hangs open, words failing me as my heart shatters.

“Fuck you. What the hell is going on? Are you serious right now, this bitch?” I wave my hand at them, voice trembling, trying to hold back tears that won’t come because they don’t deserve that privilege.

Amber stands unsteady, pointing her acrylic nail at me like she wants to scratch my eyes out or poke me. I’m not sure which vibe she’s giving, but it’s not one I’m worried about.

“Actually, you know what? Don’t even say anything. Fuck you, and Amber. I hope that five-inch cock was worth losing your job. And don’t come back to the house. Your shit will be on the corner when you get the balls to come get it. Looking at you now, it seems your balls disappeared the moment you decided to throwaway our relationship with a girl you said you wanted nothing to do with.”

I say it calmly, sliding my ring from my finger and tossing it at him.

It hits his forehead and falls with a tiny clink.

Bradley looks like he wants to say something, struggling to pull his clothes on. He stumbles over the trash can as he rounds his desk, trying to get to the doorway.

I don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing whatever pathetic excuse he has.

Turning on my heel, I pull out my phone and fumble with it, searching for Wren’s number.

Shouting behind me quickens my steps as the phone rings. Wren's gruff, tired voice answers. “What’s up, Jupey?”

“Can you come get me? I just found Bradley fucking his assistant... I really need you right now,” I say, voice broken but trying to keep it together.

I can’t believe that asshole. I gave him nine years of my life. I put my future on hold, turning down opportunities that would’ve helped me in the long run.

“Drop your pin, babygirl. I’ll be there soon,” Wren says.

I hear clothes rustling in the background. I know he’s probably naked in bed, reading whatever book has caught his attention lately. The last time we talked, he was telling me about one involving a harem of men and one woman. Wren joked we could start a harem, but I was set on my one man and one love story.

Now, that’s gone to shit.