Chapter 2: The Breaking Point
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I came back from the wedding expecting everything to be normal. I was gone for three days, only seventy-two hours that shouldn’t have changed my entire world. But the moment I walked into our apartment, I knew something was different.
Sophia was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself, wearing one of Kevin’s oversized T-shirts. She turned when she saw me, gave me a slow, knowing smile, then walked over and kissed me. It was soft, teasing, like she knew something I didn’t.
Kevin was on the couch, sprawled out like he owned the place, shirtless as usual, watching me with that same unreadable expression.
I told myself I was imagining things.
For the next few days, I tried to shake the unease clawing at my gut. But it was the little things that started eating at me. Sophia seemed…different. More confident, more teasing, more in control. When I kissed her, she’d sometimes smirk like it was a joke only she and Kevin were in on. When we were in bed together, she’d whisper things she never used to, things that made me feel like she was pushing me toward something I didn’t understand.
And Kevin? He was too comfortable, too cocky.
Then, one night, it all came crashing down.
I had gone to bed early, exhausted from studying, but I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard something—muffled sounds, soft whispers. A rhythmic creaking, faint but unmistakable.
My stomach dropped.
I followed the sound down the hall to Kevins room. The door was cracked open just enough for me to see inside.
Sophia was on her hands and knees, her back arching as Kevin was fucking her from behind.
My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't breath and I didn't know what to do.
She wasn’t just with him. She was giving herself to him in a way she never had with me. Moaning his name, gripping the sheets, completely lost in him as he plowed into her with what must have been a massive dick.
And Kevin looked up and saw me. His eyes flicked up to the door, locking onto mine. But he didn’t stop. If anything, he smirked, his pace slowing, drawing it out.
He wanted me to see. He wanted me to know he was the man. That he had taken control of my girlfriend.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My mind screamed at me to burst in, to yell, to do something. But my body betrayed me. I stood there, frozen, watching as Sopiha was taken by my best friend.
I don’t remember going back to our room. I don’t remember falling asleep. But I remember waking up to Sophia curled against me like nothing had changed. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, her voice soft and teasing.
“I know you saw,” she said, her lips brushing against my ear.
I stiffened, my heart pounding in my chest.
She lifted herself onto her elbow, looking down at me with something between amusement and curiosity. “You didn’t stop us.”
I swallowed hard. “I—”
She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I know what you like now.”
My pulse pounded in my ears. “That’s not—”
She just smiled. “Kevin told me everything.”
I turned my head, staring at the ceiling. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening.
But Sophia wasn’t done. She straddled me, her weight pressing me into the mattress. “I didn’t believe him at first,” she admitted. “But then I saw the way you looked at us. I felt it.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against my neck. “You want this. You just don’t know how to say it.”
My body was betraying me again as my dick went from soft to hard in seconds and shame twisting through me as she felt it grow.
She climbed off of me, stretching, completely at ease. Then she leaned down, kissing my forehead like I was something delicate, something owned.
“Don’t worry,” she murmured. “We’ll take our time breaking you in.”
And just like that, she walked out of the room, back to him.
I lay there in the dark, completely frozen.
Somewhere deep inside me, I knew I should leave. Walk away. End this.
But I didn’t.
Because the worst part wasn’t that she had cheated.
The worst part was that, on some level, I had already lost.