The girl glanced at me with contempt, took James's hand, and asked sweetly, "Jimmy, am I the better one?"
James kissed her, smiling arrogantly, "Of course, you're my sweet little darling."
The girl asked playfully, "Jimmy, do you like good girls like her or fierce kittens like me?"
"Kitten," James grinned, nibbling her neck lightly, "You're driving me wild."
The girl turned to me. "Miss, you joining us?"
"She's a dead fish," James said with disdain, "no fun at all."
Then he picked up the girl and went into the room.
Soon, there were suggestive noises from the room.
My heart shattered. I fled the house.
It started to drizzle. I looked up at the lit bedroom, saw two figures tangled together.
That told me a sadder truth.
What I thought was our love nest was actually his cheating ground.
I got goosebumps thinking I once slept in that bed.
The next day, I went back to the house and just packed up my clothes.
Then I burned all the gifts James Johnson and I had given each other, along with the wedding dress.
After that, I made a video call to my bestie and simply said, "James and I broke up."