Chapter 1
Mikayla Winters's POV
“Ethan, ah… faster!”
I planted my ears while standing in front of my boyfriend’s apartment, Ethan, he is my future husband. The strange voices made the hairs on my body stand on end.
“Ethan, oh…”
“Ah… I can’t stand it either.” That was Ethan’s voice. It was clearly Ethan’s voice.
Damn.
I couldn’t stand it anymore and I was about to open the apartment door with an exploding feeling. Hearing the sound of a man and a woman enjoying the pleasures of heaven on earth.
the door slammed so hard that the two people who were wrestling on the sofa were suddenly shocked.
The pair of shameless humans turned their heads towards me. The man immediately jumped off the woman’s body with a panic. He grabbed the sofa pillow to cover his lower body. While the woman didn’t do the same but instead smiled victoriously at me.
The satisfied expression was very obvious there, I could see it clearly. She even puffed out her chest as if my future husband had just enjoyed her body.
“Mikayla, why are you here?” The 25-year-old man asked stutteringly.
Didn’t you say his? Wasn’t he the one who asked me to come here to bring his favorite cake. This is crazy.
“T-this… is not what you think. I can explain it to you.” The man continued. His face was pale. He swallowed his saliva several times, visible from the movement of his Adam’s apple. He wanted to get closer but was probably embarrassed because he didn’t have a body covering.
“I’m disappointed in you, Ethan.”
I’m Mikayla Winters; now I’m crying in the apartment room with my lover, who is now in front of me. My eyes and nose were red from crying too much, while the man just sat on the edge of the bed as if he regretted his actions. My cell phone is now filled with photos of my boyfriend with a woman but that woman is not me. I really trusted his loyalty, but what could I do, this man turned out to be double and betrayed me.
“Mikayla, please listen to me first, you misunderstood.” He said complicatedly as he approached.
“What else, Ethan? What else do I need to listen to even though there is already evidence on my cell phone." I responded with anger that I couldn't control anymore, trying to get a little further away from the man.
"That woman is my cousin, she's nothing." Lying so smoothly, how could it be possible to pose that close as a cousin?
I approached him with an angry look, "You are really good at hiding carcasses! We broke up, don't see me again!" I said while pointing at Ethan's chest, then walked away but didn't get far; I stopped when Ethan grabbed my hand.
"Mikayla please give me a second chance." He said holding my hand so hard.
I also felt irritated because Ethan didn't let go of his hand. Without saying much, I landed a sharp slap on Ethan's cheek. I lied, didn't apologize, didn't realize myself, and instead asked for a second chance. He thinks he's an artist? Can you do whatever you want because he's handsome? Maybe he realized that because he had received a threat signal in the form of a slap, Ethan couldn't help but let go of me. In that second, I immediately ran out of the room quickly, leaving Ethan alone in the room.
Now, I am crying over the events that happened in his life. Why could Ethan have the heart to betray me? Meanwhile, I already love him to death, willing to give anything, including my virginity, just to make him loyal to me. Is that not enough?
I got out of bed and took all the dolls and photos of memories with Ethan, then left the house carrying all the things and carrying fuel. I put in the box containing various memorabilia from Ethan, poured gas oil into the barrel then lit a match and burned it completely. Let those things burn until they disappear into ashes, just like my current love for Ethan.
After burning those trash-like memories, I cleaned my face, did skin prep put on my beautiful face with a 'Natural' makeup look, and then wore a short white open-shoulder evening dress. But after finishing my makeup, my eyes were watery again, teary and I almost wanted to cry.
"I am very beautiful."
Luckily, I had prepared tissue under my eyes, and the tears didn't ruin my already perfect makeup. I then put on white semi-slip-on heels with jeweled decorations and went to the bar to have fun. Instead of crying over that bastard, I'd better go entertain myself with drinks and music at the bar there. I then saw Ethan's black leather jacket, which seemed to have been left at my house; without thinking, I immediately put it on to go to the bar. I didn't want the taxi driver to always stare at me during the trip, even though I knew I was very beautiful.
When I finally arrived near the bar, I didn't forget to pay the taxi fare quickly, smiled faintly at the driver as a thank you, and then nimbly took off the leather jacket that reminded me of that unknown man. With light movements, I folded the jacket carefully before finally throwing it into the trash can located near the bar entrance. A spontaneous act that symbolizes my desire to let go of all my burdens and attachments to the outside world. As I stepped across the threshold, a loud noise from inside the bar hit my ears. My eyes lit up when I saw the crowd of people moving lively in the middle of the room, dancing and smiling freely, carefree. Before I realized it, a smile managed to spread across my face, hinting at hidden joy. I've longed for a moment like this for a long time, a moment where I could enjoy unlimited freedom, dancing under the dazzling light of the spotlight.
I strode dazzlingly to the bar counter, where a bartender stood in a relaxed manner, preparing drinks for customers with skillful skill. Among the crowd of unfamiliar faces, there was one face that I knew well, the face of my loyal page friend. at the bar counter as the bartender now greets me with a warm smile that melts your heart.
“Hey, Leo! I'll order a beer with ice." My message was full of smiles to the bartender whom I often call Leo.
"Wow, you look happy today, what happened today?" Leo asked then poured the beer from the bottle into a glass carefully to avoid the formation of excessive foam.
"I broke up with Ethan," I answered casually, propping my chin up while smiling happily, even though my heart actually hurt because of the betrayal; but yes, at the bar, there is no time to cry; there is time to have fun.
"Really?" He asked again, and then I just responded by nodding my head with a sweet smile still etched on my lips, "So don't look for your lover here; the men here enjoy all women." He scolded while serving a glass of beer in a friendly manner. “It's free, I'll pay,” he said again.
"Is it true? Is it free because I'm pretty?” I took a glass of beer and enjoyed every sip.
"Yes, tonight you are very beautiful. What is this appearance called?”
I then took a step back and showed off my appearance tonight, "This is Mikayla's version of the 'Good Girl' style." I said then acted like a good girl who never went to the bar.
Not long after I showed off my performance, music started playing from the sound system, flowing with an exciting rhythm and passing through the crowd. The alluring melody penetrated the ears gently, creeping into every corner of the room. As the hypnotic notes filled the air, I felt a deep vibration within me, awakening the desire to dance.
The DJ said the title of the music out loud.
There was a lively sound that floated throughout the room. The roar of boisterous conversation, booming laughter, and booming music echoing from the sound system, all combine in a unique harmony. The vibrant and passionate atmosphere creates a flow of energy that fills the air with unforgettable joy
"I want to dance." I then quickly took off my heels and put them near the bar counter then walked away to join in the dance with people I didn't know, but the more no one knew me, the more I enjoyed this evening.