Betrayed By Her Fiance

You are to Blame

ILIANA’S POV

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“Where are you going?” Drystan asks, his curious eyes flicking between mine. How are his eyes grey? “Out, I’m sleeping here, not a prisoner, right?” my eyebrow raises, and he sucks bis bottom lip into his mouth momentarily, nodding. “Great, and when I get back, I at least want to see my things.” I lift my shoulder into a shrug. He blandly stares at me, making it feel like my soul is shaken from my body and I abruptly spin on my heel and leave his room. The room where I’d be staying for a few nights.

Nolan doesn’t deserve my politeness, yet I still knock on the door, my tongue pressed to the roof of my

mouth as I wait for the door to open, but it doesn’t take long for it to swing open, and Nolan stands shirtless, his eyes red with bags underneath. Relief flicks through his eyes, and then it’s replaced with anger, “Where the hell have you been?” he raises his voice at me, pointing a finger. The f*****g audacity this man has to speak to me like that. I roll my eyes, biting back the insults running through my head, and I calmly brush past him.

“Iliana!” he slams the door shut, the loud thud making me jump. “Answer me, where the hell were you?” he seethes, and I carefully listen as he struts toward me while I shove my clothes into my suitcase. He snatches my wrist, pressing on the inside and I drop my sweater onto the floor. He pushes me back by controlling my wrist, “Ow! Nolan! You are hurting me!” I scowl, but it’s like complaining to a wall, and he doesn’t listen or register to what I am saying.

“Where did you sleep?” he grits out annoyed, my back pressing against the door of our bathroom. His face so close to mine, I can smell the alcohol on his breath from the previous night. “Are you drunk?” My face scrunches up in disgust, and his eyes narrow into slits, anger flashing through his orbs. “No, what the f**k Iliana? I just want to know where the f**k you slept last night!” he shoves my arm away, and the back of my head hits against the wooden door as I flinch, frightened by his outburst.

“Why are you flinching?” his tone falls flat, his eyes softening. Maybe because you hurt me and didn’t care. “You were yelling at me,” Is my excuse. I hate him so much for what he has done, yet love him still. I hate it. Why can’t the loving memories just go away? Why can’t the feelings just evaporate? Why can’t he just disappear?

My chest rises and falls as we stare at one another, and he takes a step back, stumbling a little, “I just want to know where you’ve been,” his sad eyes and remorseful tone tugs on my heart strings.

Don’t let him fool you.

He cheated on you.

He doesn’t love you.

“That is no longer your concern,” I breathe, peeling myself away from the wall cautiously. I watch as his eyebrows raise in surprise, “None of my concern? You are my fiancé,” he claims, but a loud scoff rips from my throat, “If I haven’t made it clear, we are no longer together.”, “Why?” he asks, and my blood runs cold.

Stiff and taken aback, I stare at him blandly, blinking. Did he just ask why? “Because you cheated on me,” I point out, and it’s like a lightbulb goes on inside of his head, his lips pressing together in a line, “But your—”, “But nothing,” I shrug, moving past him and I open the door to the cabin before heading toward my suitcase, shoving the clothes into it and zip it up, “What are you doing?” Nolan sighs, raking his fingers through his sugar brown hair that’s standing in every direction possible.

“Leaving,” my tone falls flat as I march right past him, and he grabs onto my suitcase. I turn to face him, and his knees buckle and he drops to the floor, clutching onto my suitcase for dear life, dropping his head as he starts to sob, “Iliana, please,” he begs. For what? I don’t know. “I made a mistake, forgive me, please— please.” his voice fades out as he begs for my forgiveness, but there is none to give, there’s no second chances to give, because a relationship without trust isn’t worth clinging onto.

“Get up,” I grit out, getting second hand embarrassment from just watching him cry for forgiveness. Nolan lifts his head, staring at me with glassy eyes, “Iliana—”, “No,” I point a finger at him.

“You do not get to ask for forgiveness.” My teeth grind together as I try to keep my composure. “But—”, “But nothing, we are over, Nolan—” I inhale a sharp breath, my gaze dragging down the length of him, taking in his sloppy appearance, “—And you are to blame,” I whip around, leaving the room while he calls after me, and I shut the door, hurriedly slipping into Drystan’s room, silently shutting the door and my back falls against the surface, my knees giving out as I start to heave. Holding onto my suitcase, I slide down to the floor, dropping my head back as tears stream down my face.

I didn’t deserve this.

My chest shakes as a sob rips through me, and only when the shower is turned off do I realize that I’m not alone in here.

He’s still here .