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"Okay, I'll let him know about it, I think he's busy at the moment," Brooklyn said over the phone, a small smile spreading over her lips as she hung up the call.

Her hands reached for the glass of wine she had been sipping for the past few minutes while scrolling through her contact list to dial his number.

It was still the same, – ringing without any response. Brooklyn heaved a disappointed sigh, her shoulders dropping as she placed her phone back on the table.

Zayne...

Thinking about him excited her. He was her first love, and after so many fantasies and years of being together, – they were finally getting married the next day.

It was supposed to be her bachelorette party, and her step-sister, Kimberly, was the one in charge of all the preparations.

She was supposed to meet up with Zayne at the restaurant by 5pm, and Kimberly by 6pm. But Kimberly had given an excuse that she had to pick up the outfits for her and the rest of the girls, while Zayne was unreachable and nowhere to be found.

Brooklyn checked her watch for the time – 7:24 p m, yet neither of them was meeting up with her. She planned to head home before going to the hotel where the party was being held, but for some reason, she felt compelled to stop over at her mother's house.

It came as a surprise to her when she found Zayne's car parked in front of the house. Brooklyn stepped out of her car, her hands reaching for her sunglasses to take them off. She realized that it wasn't a mistake at all, – that was indeed Zayne's car!

If Zayne was at her mother's, then why wasn't he picking up his calls? Was he busy? Or did it have something to do with the wedding?

"Mum?" 

She called out to her mother, her eyes searching the entire place while walking into the living room. There wasn't a sight of her anywhere, and neither was Zayne.

"I wonder where they may be," murmuring, she threw her purse on the couch and was about to ascend the stairs when she saw the housekeeper coming out of the kitchen.

"Skyler. Where's mum?"

"She said she had a meeting," Skyler responded, her hands brushing the edges of the apron she had on, "She left about an hour ago."

Brooklyn nodded quietly, knowing how much of a workaholic her mother was. Sophia Moreno was a career woman who never took her work as a mere obligation.

"It's fine," Brooklyn said with a forced smile, heaving a sigh as she proceeded up the stairs, but remembering something that she had seen earlier, she turned around to ask Skyler, who was about to return to her duties.

"Is Zayne here? I saw his car parked outside,"

Skyler stiffened at the question, a look of hesitation suddenly etched on her face. She didn't say anything and kept fidgeting with her fingers. Brooklyn stared at her with her brows arched, waiting for a response.

"Skyler?"

"I– I need to get back to the kitchen ma'am, I– the oven must have turned off a few minutes ago,"

She didn't spend another second before running off, leaving Brooklyn standing there while dying of confusion.

'It was just Skyler being silly, or maybe it had to be a surprise she couldn't share,' that was her thought as she shrugged her shoulders and concerns off, her legs climbing up the stairs.

Brooklyn headed straight to her mother's room, trying to shower and have a change of outfit before heading to the hotel. She walked slowly, her hands typing a message on the group chat she created for her bachelorette party. 

Everyone was responding except Kimberly. And to her surprise and disappointment, Kimberly still hadn't arrived at the hotel with the clothes she was supposed to pick up!

Brooklyn was already fuming. Kim hadn't shown up to meet her and still hadn't gone to the hotel. And the worst part was,- she still wasn't picking up!

She tried calling her again when her eyes caught something in the hallway – one of the guest rooms was open, and she could hear voices of people talking.

Curiosity grew within her. If her mother wasn't home, then who were the people talking in the room? Was it Zayne? Because although his car was outside, she hadn't seen him anywhere since she got inside. 

Brooklyn walked past her mother's room, heading straight to where the voices were coming from. Her lips were curled into a smile as she thought of an imagination playing in her head: maybe it was Zayne planning a surprise for her.

She heard a female voice, and for a second, her heart skipped a beat in fear. What was another woman doing in the house? And when Zayne was in it? Or was she overthinking everything again?

Her eyes caught sight of the white stiletto heels that were placed at the door. She could tell whose shoes they were, – they were hers, until she had given them to Kimberly last spring.

So, it was Kimberly in the house? But with who? Was it Zayne? 

Brooklyn heard the voices, they were clearer now. She matched one to be Kimberly's, and the other? Zayne...

Standing in front of the half-opened door, Brooklyn realized that it was indeed their voice, but they weren't just talking; they were moaning.

Soft moans...

'Wait. Were they having sex?  In her mother's house?'

It had to be a mistake, and she wanted it to be a lie even though she could hear them clearly. Kimberly's voice was moaning his name, – and begging him to go harder while he kept grunting in ecstasy.

She felt her heart immediately jump into her mouth, and goosebumps grew all over her skin. It was a surprise after all, – her fiancée and stepsister had surprised her with their betrayal. 

She raised her head slowly and diverted her eyes to the scene; Her naked step-sister was on top of Zayne, whose hands were firmly wrapped around her waist, aiding her bouncy movements on his manhood.

Brooklyn almost passed out at the sight, and couldn't find the tears that were forming in her eyes or the excitement she felt a few minutes ago. Everything had suddenly been replaced with shaky breaths, a failing heart, trembling hands, and quivering lips.

It took so much effort and strength for her not to cause a scene or collapse out of a broken heart.  Her eyes were burning, but the fire destroyed her heart more as the sudden realization hit her right in the face.

Zayne was cheating on her with her stepsister. He was having sex with another woman just a day before their wedding, and to think they had both left her waiting for hours only to meet up secretly in each other's arms.

The tears came running freely, but not a single sound came out of her mouth except little, suppressed gasps. She had two options in her head; Confront them or walk away quietly.