Chapter 16
“We were in our final year when I proposed, and she said yes. I thought I was the luckiest guy alive. Everything was going so well. After graduation, I got stuck in helping dad and pops with the business. They were both getting me ready to take over. I bought us a penthouse, and she started planning the wedding. The wedding date was set, the venue picked, and invitations sent out. The closer we got to the wedding, the more irritated Kyra got. She was always angry about something. She kept complaining that I was never around to help her with anything, and I tried to explain how important work was. Our arguments went on for days. That should have been my first red flag. Finally, my best friend Scott, who was also meant to be my best man, came to my office one day. It was three days before the wedding, and I was really busy with a merger. Scott told me that I should take a couple of days off, spend time with Kyra, and help her out. He said she had spoken to him, and she was stressed out and needed me to be around. His words were, it’s your wedding, bro, go chill with your to-be wife.”
“I really didn’t expect things to be this way. It felt like things had moved too fast. I said to Scott I really couldn’t and had way too much work pending. Why was Kyra like this when we had the rest of our lives together? She was acting as though the marriage was the only important thing. So anyway, Scott left, and I got back to work. At around 4 pm, dad called and said my mum had told him off for making me work so much so close to the wedding, and he thought I should take a break and go home and sort stuff out with Kyra. I was doing almost 12 hour days, and I honestly didn’t care. I loved my job, and I was good at it.
On the other hand, Kyra went from being ambitious to becoming one of those bitchy high socialite brats! It drove me crazy, but I loved her. I packed up my stuff and went down to the local flower shop and got her favorite flowers. I was gonna surprise her by being home early and telling her I was gonna be by her side. When I got to the penthouse, Scott’s car was parked in the spare space we owned. This was natural because Scott had, been helping Kyra with wedding planning and had been around our place quite a bit. I got up to our apartment, and I couldn’t find them anywhere. Then I heard voices from my office and I opened the door to find Kyra bent over my table with her panties on the floor and skirt pulled up. My best friend of 10 years was drilling her
from behind, on my table.” Blake’s voice cracked even more and turned into sobbing.
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Oh, this poor guy!
I moved closer and hugged him. He leaned into me and pressed his forehead to my shoulder. I rubbed his back gently, and we just sat there. He finally stopped sobbing and sat back up again.
“Needless to say, it was all over. I grabbed my phone and took a picture to have proof in case she tried to make up some story. I walked out of there and went straight to my parent’s place. I showed them the picture and told them what had happened. Dad called his lawyers, and mum started getting everything called off. I was a mess. I spent four months moping around and four months fucking my way through anything I could lay my hands on. Not my proudest moments. I told myself I needed to get over Kyra. Someone told me she was trying to get some big shot lawyer hooked and failed miserably.”
He was talking about Vince. So Vince really had turned her down. So then why did he see her that Friday night?
“I just got rid of everything and moved on. The more I moved on, the more stories I heard. Apparently, Kyra and Scott had been fucking behind my back since college. She was my girlfriend but fucked her way through many of my friends. I shouldn’t even call them that.” I could hear the anger in his voice now and his body rigid.
Alpha’s White Lie
