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Me and Bruce arrived at the ball. It was crowded with influential people, and I felt so out-of-place.

As soon as we arrived, Bruce completely ignored me, his eyes scanning the dance-floor. Before I knew it, he started striding away from me, leaving me on my own on the side-lines, dithering and not knowing what to do.

I felt sick.

I felt fucking sick.

“Bruce?” I called out after him desperately. “Where are you going?!”

He continued to walk away from me, disappearing into the crowd. I sighed heavily, feeling my anxiety creep up on me.

Of course he was going to fucking ditch me…

When HE was the one that dragged me here in the first place!

I did my best to scan the dance-floor…

Trying to see where he'd gone.

It was starting to get packed, so it was harder and harder to make out where he was.

I felt like such an inferior…

Such an outsider.

My own husband left me here alone…

Knowing how badly I suffered with how to fucking socialise with people.

I rubbed my chin, immersed in thought. Desperately pleading with myself to remain calm and not let this get the better of me.

And that was when I fucking saw him.

At the other side of the room…

Where the drinks and refreshments were.

And he wasn't alone.

He was laughing and flirting, side-by-side with a woman.

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It felt like I was suffocating.

I couldn't make out what the woman looked like…

Or who she was.

But just looking at her beautiful gown…

Her super-skinny model body…

Made my heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces.

This was what would make my husband happy.

This was what my husband liked.

And that wasn't me.

I felt the bile rise to my throat…

Tears pricking in my eyes.

I felt so fucking embarrassed.

Coming here with my husband…

And watching another woman laughing with him,

Flirting with him,

Giggling with him…

Putting her hands on his chest.

Doing what me and him should be doing.

It wouldn't be long before my parents arrived at the ball…

And tons more influential people.

Along with the press…

If it hadn't been for the mask that I was wearing right now…

Everybody in the room would be able to see my ugly tears.

I let out a deep breath, before I turned on my heel and began bolting out of the room, struggling for air.

Needing to breathe.

Needing to get my head together.

I sobbed and sobbed, unable to hold back my tears.

I didn’t know how much longer I could go on like this…

Feeling utterly and completely worthless.

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“What the fuck!” I shouted.

My blood was boiling. I could barely contain my anger, just watching how her husband left her alone like that. I watched her run away, crying, and I could feel my heart explode just seeing her upset.

She didn’t deserve this shit.

She didn’t deserve a man who treated her like this…

I could see that she was unhappy just by looking at her, and I couldn’t just turn a blind eye to it. If her husband was acting like this with her publicly…

Then only God knew how he was treating her behind closed doors.

“This shit's making my blood fucking boil!” I seethed, feeling heat roar to my ears.

“Chill out g!” Riccardo pleaded. “Don't make a scene here in front of everybody.”

I balled my hands into fists, rattling them angrily.

“Do you think I care about making a fucking scene?” I roared. Riccardo folded his arms uneasily, looking uncomfortable because I had bloody murder written all over my face. “Her husband fucking left her alone to flirt with another woman. That bastard!”

I wanted to make this bastard suffer.

“It's not your place to say anything, bro,” Riccardo breathed, letting out a sigh.

This only made me even angrier. I folded my arms bitterly, trying my best to get myself together, but I was failing.

Knowing that I hadn’t been there for her.

Knowing that I couldn’t protect her.

Knowing that I left her to be with a man she didn’t want to be with.

The guilt was eating me up inside.

I’d given up on her…

Given up on us.

And that was just screwing with my mind to the point of no fucking return.

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