CHAPTER 50

I bent the door knob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

"Ryn?" I say, disgusted.

"Hello, Elena. Didn't see you coming." She says with a smirk.

"Ry..n" Harry tries sitting up, his head spinning but I wasn't concerned about the fact that he was weak or something. My husband was fucking his highschool bitch.

"I can't believe this." I try withdrawing my tears but I couldn't control myself.

"El...." Harry called to me but I was out in a spark. History was repeating itself.