His Secret Lover

01

Is he cheating on me? I want to ask him, I badly want to, but I’m scared; what if I’m right? What am I going to do? What will happen to us? And how am I going to tell my parents? They trusted him. I shouldn’t overthink, but I can’t help it.

He was about to enter his car when I held his hands; he forgot to kiss me.

“You forgot something.”

“Huh?”

“Here.” I gave him a kiss on the cheeks which made him stiff.

“Oh right! Sorry.” He kiss me in the forehead. “ll go now.”

I nodded and didn’t leave until his car exited our village.

That’s when I get in my car. I might be just overreacting, but I want to feed my curiosity. I want to know if he’s cheating. I want to know where he’s going.

My hands are trembling while I drive, and my tears fall when we pass his house because that just confirms that he’s seeing someone else. I have to know. I wipe my tears because it’s blocking my eyesight. I kept my distance from his car for him not to notice me and for his safety. I might kill him if I caught him with someone else—especially now that I’m not in my right mind.

I stop when he stops his car and enters a not familiar house. I rolled my window a little to see what he's up to. I’m not that far from him, and that’s good—I think, even though it hurts me, at least I will be able to hear if he's with someone.

“Hey! What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you.” My mouth drops when a woman enters the frame and hugs Adrian, and kisses his lips.

What the hell? He’s cheating on me. And not only that, but he’s also cheating on me with a woman I hate!

How long has this been going? I only noticed his weirdness today. I’ve been away for three straight days. Is he with that guy while I was away?

I don’t know what to feel aside from hurt and pain. Does this even make sense? The man I love, the man everyone wants, is a cheater and is with the woman I hate. How am I going to tell my parents this? I don’t know if it’s better if he’s cheating with a girl I like because I might question if I’m lacking but with her? I’m better than her and I know that because I always win over her but I guess not to Adrian. I’m certainly panicking right now. I don’t know what to do.

Should I go there and fight my man back? Or should I just shut up and cry myself to sleep? I just got off a 12-hour work; I'm exhausted, and now this.

I looked at their direction again, and my eyes widened when I saw Adrian carrying her in the bridal style, still kissing and entering the woman’s house.

“What the?”

I wipe my tears and calm myself from what I just witnessed. The masculine Adrian is nothing but a cheater.

**

I went home crying that night. Good thing my parents were asleep and thought I went out with Adrian and went home late. They didn’t know their favorite boy is a cheater—and I’m not planning to tell them any time soon.

“Let’s Break up.”

I expected this. I already know he’s planning on breaking up with me, but now that he’s in front of me with his girlfriend, it makes me throw up and pity myself. Yes, I know he’s cheating. I know he’s been seeing someone, but I recently discovered that it’s that girl, and he’s…. in love with her.

Two years and now we’re ending our relationship. He wasn’t only my boyfriend but also my best friend; he was there in all parts of my life, it may be happy or sad. He was there to listen to all my rants and do what I wanted to do; he was the one who pushed me to do it.

“Okay.” That was the only word I could say.

He looks at me with pity, but I don’t need that. I have many enough for myself. I wanted to lie, that I didn’t love him, but I did more than what I could imagine, but you know what? I wouldn’t say I like the bare minimum for me because I deserve better.

“Violet, we still can be friends.” My forehead creased as he said that.

“I…. don’t think so, Adrian. You’ve done enough; the least you can do is not be friends with me. I... Uh, hope I won’t see you in the meantime.” I said with bravery, although my voice cracked, and my tears fell.

“I’m sorry.”

He looked down, but my eyes didn’t escape his touch on his lover. He’s holding her arms like he’s holding them for his life. Like this is all my fault, like I am the one who should be sorry.

After the break-up that I had with Adrian was painful because I lost the person that’s precious to me but also betrayed because those two years with him were put to waste. So here I am now packing my clothes but my friend Cian is stopping me.

“Violet, are you sure about this?”

“I’ve wanted to travel Cian without working nor assisting the passengers; now I want to be the passenger. Don’t you think I needed it too?”

“Yes, you need it, but why are rushing?”

I look at her and sigh. Isn’t it obvious that I don’t want to face people with their pity faces? And I don’t want to see Adrian around with his new girl. I’m exhausted from working non-stop, and this happened too. I need a break, although I already have a break…up.

My tears won’t stop falling as I grab my things. She keeps following me, not even bothered that I’m crying a bucket here.

I didn’t answer and continued packing. I’ll leave my condo for a while. I don’t know when I’ll return, but I only have one goal, or is it more? To find peace and love me more because I deprive myself of that.

I walk to the airport with my head up high, but people look at me like they know what is happening.

“Violet Jonz, 27 years old, a flight attendant, a very composed woman with all grace and elegance, just got cheated on her longtime boyfriend, and he cheated a woman his boyfriend loved first; what a pity.” It feels like they’re saying that in their mind, making me want to escape more. I’ve never been humiliated in my life, and it feels weird.

The plane landed around sunrise, and the fresh air entered my nose as I inhaled it. I still don’t know where to go and what to do, but I will find my way. I’m in Europe since it was the only flight available, this isn’t my first time, but I’m always with someone when I travel.

While getting my luggage, I realized that I had forgotten to tell my parents that I had left the country, but I’m sure they already know that, and they also probably know that my boyfriend cheated on me. My mom will freak out, and dad would understand, but I’m already here; there’s no turning back.

“Are you sure this is how you do it?”

“Yes, don’t worry, I got this.”

My attention got caught on the people who were holding cameras. They were filming, and there were a lot of bodyguards around a group of boys. It doesn’t look like a drama. Maybe a travel vlog?

While looking curiously at them, I almost jumped when one of the members looked at me with his mysterious brown eyes. His blond hair makes him noticeable, but he doesn’t look that friendly. I pouted and left.

I bought my luggage and found a restaurant nearby; I ate first before deciding what to do. I also search for a hotel near me. I didn’t waste my time and went on my way. My whole body is tired

and aching and sleep, and the bed is the only thing I want right now.

“Did you make a reservation Ma’am?”

“I didn’t. Can’t I check-in?”

“You have to make a reservation Ma’am. Since we’re fully booked, I can’t do that for you.”

I massage my forehead. I didn’t realize this! I should’ve gone to a cheaper hotel, but I’m already there, and there’s no hotel nearby. I choose this because it’s high class and far away from the city.

“Reservation for Lee.”

A group of boys came with a lot of camera and people around them. Are they the boys that I saw earlier at the airport? They’re staying here too.

My eyebrow raised when I saw the mysterious man look at me while smirking and what was even more irritating or more intimidating is he was touching his lips.

I’ve never been this intimidated before. I’ve always been intimidating, and it feels weird now that I’m in the opposite shoes.

I didn’t even notice the other people around the room; they were so many I couldn’t count them.

“Ma’am! Good news. We have a vacant room.”

I was started when the clerk shouted with excitement, but when I realized what he just said made me happy too.

Our eye contact broke when I went to the counter while he sat with the guys. I paid, and in no time, and when I was already in my room—in my bed, not even bothering to change my clothes, I went to bed. Yes, I’m so tired that I slept the day without even thinking about eating.

My eyes were opened because of the sound coming from outside. My doorbell rang, which made me stand up and get it.

“Good evening, Ma’am. Your dinner is here.” I check my face while she’s talking. Oh! Right, I forgot that I ordered my dinner earlier.

I let them in and waited patiently until they left. When I looked at the clock, I was surprised to realize that I had slept almost 14 hours. Wow! I must be that tired, and now I just felt like I needed to eat because I was hungry. I still don’t know what I would do since I can’t sleep again. I scratch my head.

“Whatever! I’ll eat first.”

I did, but when I was done. I was bored as hell. I was restless and walked to the four corners of the room. I use my phone to find things to do, and when I see someone posting about clubbing, I immediately change my clothes in no time. That’s right; I’m going out.

I know it’s dangerous, but I trust in myself. I won’t get myself in harm, and I need to have fun and forget that breakup.

I cover my face with make-up. “Wow, I don’t look like I’ve been to a breakup.” I said to myself.

The smoke, the lights, and the loud music welcome me when I enter the bar. There aren’t a lot of people yet because it’s still early. I sit at the bar counter and order some drinks. I also took some pictures to post on my social media account.

Yes, I’m trying hard. I want people to know that I’m having a good time by myself and not crying myself to sleep because of a stupid break-up.

“Hey.” I minded my own business when some local came and tried to hit on me, but since I’m still in my right mind, I rejected him because he’s not my type. I don’t settle for less, that’s what my mother taught me, and she taught me well.

“We should try the Irish bomb! Silver recommended it to us last time!”

My attention got caught when some boys went to my side. They’re with their camera too, but they’re holding it by themselves—it’s like a camera stick. They’re not with their crew this time. They bowed when they saw me, and I smiled a little.

I couldn’t understand what they were saying, so I decided to dance. I’m now a little tipsy because of the drinks I had earlier, and while I’m dancing, I feel like the people around me don’t exist, and I’m the only one dancing. My vision isn’t clear and everything's a blur. I almost fell to the floor while turning around but someone caught me.

All the blurs still exist, but I’m not alone this time. I’m with someone that I know. “Adrian?” My tears fell as I held his face. “I still love you. I still do even when you cheated or love someone else.” I coupe his face and was about to kiss him when he stopped me.

“I’m not Adrian.” He said with anger.

And at that moment, everything around me turned back to what it was, except I couldn’t see his face clearly because of the tears falling from my eyes.

I’m still holding his face and holding my arms tightly like he doesn’t like that I’m touching his face.

“I’m sorry." I let go of his face and wiped away the tears.

“Fuck!” He whispered, which made me look his way. My eyes widen when I realize it’s the guy I saw at the airport and in the hotel.

He doesn’t look shocked and it looks like he already knows me. Wait, is that the reason why he went my way? I saw some of his friends earlier.

I look around, and that’s when I realize everyone is looking at us; some are taking pictures. Before I could react, he pulled me out of there and started running. I struggled to keep up with him because of my clothes and my heels.

“Wait!” I shouted.

He stops and looks my way. He looked even more irritated, but he wasn’t looking at me. He’s looking at my dress that I try to pull down.

“I can see your panties.”

“I know that.” I rolled my eyes and fixed it.

He clenches his jaws and puts them down for me. When he was done doing that, I realized that we were so close. I can hear his breathing, and I can see his chest going up and down. That made me nervous, and look at him. He’s looking down at me—yes, he’s that tall.

“This is wrong.” He whispered but still kisses me.