4: 4
Sure enough, first thing the next morning Bianca said she had to work overtime the next couple of days and would be home late.
Looking at that face of hers, all I felt was disgust.
Those two days of waiting were pure hell.
Finally the appointed day came.
I got to the Ritz half an hour early.
The number on the door, 1208, was right in front of me.
I clenched my fists, heart pounding like a drum.
Lying inside was the woman I was about to marry.
The woman I'd been with for three years, the one about to walk down the aisle with me.
I took three deep breaths, gritted my teeth, and pushed open the door that had been left ajar.
The room was dim.
A sharp perfume hung in the air.
A woman lay on the big bed.
She wore a thin slip.
A black blindfold covered most of her face.
By the faint light, I recognized the shape of her.
Just as hot as in the photos.
Hearing the small sound at the door, the woman on the bed reacted at once.
She rolled onto her side, propped up her head, and crooked a finger toward the door.
And in the instant she lifted her leg, I saw the silver snake-bone anklet around her ankle!
Exactly the same as the one on Bianca's ankle!
The last shred of hope shattered completely. I wanted nothing more than to rush over and strangle this shameless woman right there.
But what was left of my reason held me back.
I had to get hard proof, leave her with nothing to say in front of every relative and friend!
I forced myself to calm down, pulled out my phone, and started recording.
Then I deliberately lowered my voice:
"I'm here."
Hearing the sound, the woman on the bed let out a coy laugh.
"Baby, you finally came. I've been waiting so long I've practically wilted."
Looking at that wanton pose, my stomach turned.
"So desperate?"
Choking back the urge to kill, I kept up the disguised voice and fished for more. "Sneaking out to a hotel behind your husband's back, aren't you scared he'll catch you?"
The woman just curled her lip, not caring in the least.
"Ugh, why bring up that loser and ruin the mood."
Loser?!
The veins on my forehead popped out.
Out there working myself to death to support this family, and in her eyes I was nothing but a loser!
She didn't notice anything off and kept whining sweetly.
"All day long he only knows how to go to that dead-end job of his."
"And at night he's as dull as a lump of wood."
Gritting my teeth, I kept stoking the fire:
"You've got some nerve. Getting married soon and still out here meeting other men."
The woman shifted on the bed, lazily twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
"Baby, what, are you scared?" She bit her red lip.
"I'm not scared at all."
She pointed toward the bathroom.
"Go take a shower first. Once you're done you'll relax, and I'll be right here waiting for you."
I lost it completely. Like a maddened beast, I closed the distance to the bed in a few strides.
"I'll kill you, you slut!"
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled most of her body off the bed.
My other hand swung up high and came down hard, whistling through the air.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
The slap landed and tore the black lace blindfold off her face at the same time.
My eyes went wide in disbelief.
How could it be her?
