Chapter 1 Breakup? Hell, No!

CHAPTER ONE: Breakup?? Hell, No. (Ava's POV) I bit back a scream as one hand flew to cover my open mouth, while the other clutched my phone tightly. "This has to be a dream! This can't be true!" I muttered under my breath. My heart pounded against my chest as my eyes remained glued to the video boldly displayed on my phone screen. Gregory, my fiancé, was in bed with two women—naked, tangled together, lost in their activities. One of them moaned beneath him while the other fondled herself, their bodies too engrossed to notice the camera behind them. A sickening thought struck me. Maybe they knew. Maybe they wanted to be filmed. I whipped my head to the side, fighting the urge to throw up. My knees wobbled as I slumped onto the couch behind me. I was just about to leave the house to pick Gregory up from the airport. Today was supposed to be special—our four-year anniversary. Tears blurred my vision as I let the phone slip from my shaky hands, crashing onto the floor. How the hell was I supposed to drive to the airport and face the man I just watched betray me in the most humiliating way? The worst part? I had watched the video so many times that it now replayed in my mind, seared into my memory like a scar I could never erase. My mouth turned dry. Wrapping my arms around myself, I sobbed. Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen. The caller ID read: **My Love.** Gregory. Of course, he was calling. His flight must have landed, and he was probably standing at the arrivals gate, scanning the crowd for me. "Fuck you, Gregory," I spat, my voice breaking the silence. I picked up my phone, powered it off, and stormed into the bathroom. One thing I knew about Gregory—he never admitted to his mistakes unless undeniable evidence forced his hand. For four years, I had never suspected him of cheating. And now, not only had he done it, but he had filmed it. Bile rose in my throat. I bent over the sink and emptied my stomach. Dizzy, I splashed cold water on my face, took a deep breath, and dragged myself back to the living room. I knew Gregory well enough to predict his next move. Once he got tired of waiting, he’d book a ride home. My phone, now powered back on, buzzed with several missed calls. I ignored them. Half an hour later, the front door swung open. I shot to my feet as Gregory walked in. "Sweetheart!" he exclaimed, shutting the door behind him. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, his face lighting up with excitement. "Welcome home, Gregory," I said coldly. He cocked an eyebrow. "Gregory? It’s been a while since you called me that. Are you okay, Sweetie?" I folded my arms across my chest, my heart racing as I stared at him in silence. He took a step closer, then stopped. "I called multiple times when my flight landed. You weren’t there to pick me up." "What do you do for work?" I asked. He frowned. "I thought you knew. I’m a personal assistant to—" "Oh, spare me that bullshit!" I snapped. "Tell me why you travel so often to places I know nothing about." His expression darkened as he studied me. "Did someone tell you something?" I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and held it up to his face. My hands trembled, but my voice was firm. "Yes, Gregory. We need to talk about this, you lying bastard." His gaze dropped to the screen. His face twisted—from surprise to shock, then to something much worse. Annoyance. "Honey, can we not do this right now? There's nothing to talk about." He muttered, turning away to grab his suitcase. "Gregory!" I shouted. "You cheated on me, and that’s all you have to say?" "I did that for you!" he growled, jabbing a finger at my phone. His words knocked the breath from my lungs. "For me?" I choked out. "What the hell are you talking about?" "You asked what I do for work, huh?" He let out a cruel laugh. "I’m a fúcking pornstar, Ava." The room spun. "What?" My voice barely came out. "Yeah. I sleep with other women, and I get paid for it. How else do you think I’ve been able to maintain our expensive lifestyle?" Gregory? A pornstar? I staggered backward, my mind reeling. He stepped closer, his ocean-blue eyes boring into mine—the same eyes that once made me fall in love. "Ava, since you found out my secret, I have a surprise for you," he said. Tears streamed down my face. "You cheated on me," I whispered. "Yeah. I’ve been doing this for months, and you don’t have to forgive me." I blinked, barely processing his words. "What do you mean?" "I’m breaking up with you, Ava. I’m ending this shitty relationship today." My breath caught in my throat. "What? Are you serious?" "Yes. The only reason I get excited to travel for work is because I get to have good sex, which I barely get from you. Ava, you’re so boring in bed, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise." "You proposed to me last month," I gasped, pinching my arm to wake myself from this nightmare. He let out a mirthless laugh. "Oh, Ava. Why are you so daft? Did you really think I’d marry you?" "You proposed!" I shrieked. "I did it because you practically forced me. With your endless nagging about how your sister is married, I just got a ring to shut you up." My entire body went numb. Gregory turned away, walking toward the staircase. When he reached the first step, he looked over his shoulder. "I’m going upstairs to shower and change. By the time I’m done, if you or any of your things are still here, you’ll regret it." Something inside me snapped. "You’re worse than the devil!" I screamed. "You have the guts to break up with me on our anniversary?" "Anniversary?" He scoffed. "Just get the hell out of my life, Ava. Don’t make me force you." With that, he disappeared upstairs. I collapsed to the floor, clutching my head as sobs wracked my body.