The Billionaires Naughty Christmas Bride

I'm staring at my boyfriend of 6 years in his apartment frozen in shock. There's a ring on the table, balloons tied up, a cute banner that says "Will you marry me?" He's on the other side of the room and he's not alone. There's a woman on his waist, kissing him and she's not me. Their clothes are strewn along the floor, hands busy on each other's bodies. She tells him she loves him and he says he loves her back. My feet are stuck up the ground and my heart is beating a mile a minute, trying to deny what I'm seeing.

I had planned a surprise to ask my boyfriend, Max, to marry me so why am I the one getting shocked?

Then it finally clicks.

Max, the love of my life, is cheating on me.

A couple of hours ago, I'd snuck into his apartment to plan a surprise engagement with a ring I got custom made. I'd spent all my savings on it and a good part of my rent. But it didn't matter because we were in love. A lot of things didn't matter to me. The fact that his mom hated my guts and always went out of her way to humiliate me. The fact that he didn't once try to step in for me because he didn't want his mom to be offended. The fact that my mother never respected my relationship and always tried to set me up on dates with old, rich men. The fact that he never showed up in public with me or got me gifts. I didn't care for all that. All I needed was Max.

He was the love of my life.

"Max?" I call out to him, barely able to hold myself up. I can't think. I can't even scream. My body won't cooperate and move like it used to. "Max..." I say and it comes out like a whimper. He turns to me in shock. Lipstick smeared around his lips. He doesn't even try to fix his shirt or wipe it off.

"Fuck." he spits out. I can tell he's annoyed from his tone and the anger burning in his eyes. "What are you doing here, Anesha? What the actual fuck!"

"I–" The words die on my lips.

The woman turns to me, amused. "Wait, is this your little girlfriend? The brokie with the mom who's trying to pump her out?"

I freeze instantly at her words. What? He told her about me. About everything. I grow limp, waiting for him to deny it.

"Shut up, Lilith. This is not funny. I didn't think she'd be here." He says instead, trying to fight back a smile.

"You told her about me? About that?"

"It's nothing serious. Just pillow talk between lovers."

I can't believe my ears. "Lovers? You love her?"

"What do you expect? We've been together for a year now. Mom invited her for the anniversary."

"Oh baby." she croons, delighted.