Midnight Mysterious Knocking

He looked at me with a narrow gaze, as if I held the answer to the mysterious knocking on our door at midnight. I responded with a silent nod, indicating that I was just as clueless as he was. He quickly got up from the bed, pulling on his clothes before making his way towards the door. I heard it creak open as he stepped out into the darkness.

"Stay here," he instructed, leaving me alone in the silence of our room.

I took a deep breath and looked around, my eyes landing on my bra lying beside me. I quickly put it on and tied the straps of my black gown around my waist before stepping out of the room, hoping to find out what was going on.

As I turned the corner, I heard a sobbing and pleading voice that made me freeze in my tracks. It was a girl's voice, and she seemed to be in distress. I strained my ears to listen, but all I could make out was Dillon's hushed voice as he tried to calm her down.

"Shh... she's inside," he said.

"I don't care about her," the girl replied, her voice dripping with anger and frustration.

"Try to understand, Honey," Dillon pleaded.

That was when I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. Honey? Why was he calling her that? Who was she to him? The questions raced through my mind as I stood there, frozen in place.

I was about to step forward and confront Dillon when I heard something even more shocking that stopped me in my tracks.

"The time for me to understand things has passed. Now it's your turn to understand certain things and act accordingly," a feminine voice spoke, her words dripping with authority.

"I will. When the right time comes, I'll understand everything and act the way you want," Dillon replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Was he cheating on me? Had he been leading a double life behind my back? The thought was too much to bear.

Tears started streaming down my face, but I made sure to stay silent, not wanting Dillon to know that I had heard their conversation. I trusted him more than anything in the world. I had left behind my comfortable life, my family, and my wealth to be with him. I had given him everything, and this was how he repaid me.

As I stood there, struggling to make sense of the situation, I realized that the man I had given everything up for had betrayed me in the worst possible way.

The soft, feminine voice queried, "And when will the right time come?" Dillon's response was quick and confident, "Soon." Frustrated with his vague answer, she retorted, "Oh, I am so done with this statement of yours."

Dillon then divulged his plan, "You don't have to wait any longer. She's beginning to trust me, and soon I'll convince her to marry me. After that, I'll file a case to demand money from her parents. Once I have her property and money, I'll discard her and we'll be together with our baby."

As Dillon spoke, a wave of realization crashed over Grace, and all her fears were confirmed. The person she had trusted most was manipulating her, using her as a means to an end. She was nothing more than a pawn in his scheme to gain wealth and status.

Grace was the daughter of a millionaire, the heir to a vast fortune, and Dillon saw her only as an opportunity to secure his own future. She realized, "Damn! I've been used at the hands of this man. And all I have been thinking was that he loves me. Fuck!"

She regretted every moment she had spent with him, every time she had kissed him, every ounce of love she had given him. He didn't deserve her. She didn't deserve him. Dillon was a snake in the grass, digging a hole in the same plate he ate from.

Grace's world came crashing down around her, and her legs lost all strength, causing her to fall back against the wall. She had planned to reward Dillon's loyalty with her virginity, unaware of the evil that lurked in his mind.

She whispered to herself, "Oh God! What did I just do with myself, my life?" She had destroyed everything she held dear: her love, her life, her parents' trust. Now she was left alone, with nothing but her shattered pieces.

Grace realized she deserved this betrayal. She had betrayed her own parents, and now she was facing the consequences of her actions. She longed for the comfort of her mother's touch and her father's soothing words, but they were nowhere to be found.

The damage was done, and there was no one to rescue her, no one to pick up her broken pieces and console her with empathy. She felt utterly alone. All she could do was berate herself, "You deserve this, Grace. Yes, you deserve to be betrayed just as you betrayed your parents. You deserve the worst of all."

At that moment, Grace craved the solace of her parents' embrace. She wished they were there to tell her that it was okay, that it was okay to make mistakes, to love someone who turned out to be a traitor.

But they were not there, and the damage was done. Grace was left with nothing but the painful consequences of her own actions, alone and shattered.

Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the couch, staring blankly into the distance. I wished with every fiber of my being that they would forget me, forget the pain and the mistakes that had led me to this moment. But deep down, I knew that was impossible. The past couldn't be undone, and time couldn't be reversed.

I had finally come to terms with the true nature of the man I had trusted with my heart. I had to stop allowing him to hurt me, to cause any further damage. "Ok, now go home. I'll come to you in the morning. We will discuss things further," Dillon said to me, his voice empty and devoid of emotion.

I nodded, remembering that he had a doctor's appointment the next day. "Yes, I remember," I replied quietly, trying to keep my voice steady.

As I heard the door slam shut and the lock turn, I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks and made my way to our bedroom. Dillon's footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I knew he was close behind.

"Who was that?" I asked, feigning innocence as he entered the room.

"Nothing important. Just a girl from the neighborhood. She had an emergency and needed to use my phone to call her husband," he replied, his voice dripping with insincerity.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his terrible lie. He thought I was a fool, but I knew better. Dillon wasn't worthy of my trust or my love, and it was time for me to move on.