Adophine, a top actress in City Z and a model, sat in a bar watching live from her phone.
The couple she was watching looked lovely together as they recorded themselves making dinner.
Fans were all over the comment section, praising the couple. None of them watched without commenting that they looked good together and that they were perfect together.
"Perfect my foot." She spat, locking her phone and setting it aside.
The man and woman she was just watching live were her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend.
She had been in love with that guy since junior high school, and she confessed her feelings for him by the time they were graduating.
In fact, she had never wanted to confess, thinking he didn't feel the same for her, but her then-best friend, who was now ex, encouraged her to do so.
Mustering up enough courage, she walked to him and poured her heart out.
It turned out the guy had feelings for her too, and they started dating right away.
It was six years later that she came to realize that he was having an affair with her best friend too.
Wiping the tears trickling out of her eyes, Adolphine rose from the stool and went to the bathroom.
It had been two weeks since she ended their relationship, but she was still reeling from the loss.
After she was done with her photoshoot today, she drove straight to the bar, where she told herself that would be the last day she would cry because of him.
Crying wasn't part of her plan though.
What she had told herself to do was drive to the bar, get drunk, and fuck the first man she would meet, but who knew she would end up watching her ex's life live?
During the live, Adolph and Anya admitted that they were engaged. That was fast, according to her.
She had just dumped him two weeks ago; how would he propose that fast?
What made her cry was their confession that they had been dating for six years. They had even revealed the date to their fans when they started dating.
It was a week after she and Adolph became official boyfriends and girlfriends.
Adolphine had called her parents's crying and told them that her cheating boyfriend and betraying best friend were getting married in six months.
Her father proposed that she take a break from her work and go back home to rest. Her mother had asked her not to cry because of them because they weren't worthy of her tears.
They promised her that she would soon meet someone who really belonged to her.
Entering the toilet, Adolphine washed her face, then looked herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were swollen and red. She had huge eyebags under her eyes, which, when going for a photoshoot in the morning, required a lot of make-up to be hidden.
Now that her make-up was all smudged because of crying, they were visible.
She bent over the sink, scrubbing her face with the facewash she was always carrying on her back. After her face was bare from make-up, she dapped a face towel onit to dry and threw used towel it in the trashcan.
Adolphine didn't feel like going back to the bar; instead, she remained there, looking herself in the mirror.
She called her manager, telling her she wouldn't be available in the next week because she had something urgent to take care of.
Something urgent she wanted to take care of was her broken heart, but of course, she didn't tell her that.
After hanging up the call, she pulled a packet of cigars from her purse.
One of her goals was to stop smoking. She had managed to do that for two days now, but she realized she couldn't do it anymore.
Her heart was so hurt to the extent that alcohol and cigarettes healed her, or so she thought.
Turning to face the mirror again, she puffed out a cloud of smoke and watched as it danced freely in the air.
While admiring the smoke, she saw the silhouette of a man on the ground through the mirror.
She raised her head, and through the mirror, Adolph's face appeared.
Shaking her head, she sighed, dropping the half-burnt cigar on the floor. She stepped on it, then bent to wash her hands.
"Adolphine," Adoph called, looking at her through the mirror.
She raised her head to face him, her left eyebrow lifted in question.
"I came here to apologize for what I and Anya did to you. I know it's late to say this, but I never loved you." He admitted.
"Then why did you say yes when I proposed if you never loved me?" She asked while drying her hands.
"It's because I thought I would. I swear, Adolphine, I tried, but along the way, I realized it was Anya I loved and not you."
Adophine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. How could he say something like that to her?
"Along the way, do you mean a week after I proposed?" She asked with a hard glare in her eyes.
"I've apologized, Adolphine. Anya has been calling you, but you aren't accepting her calls. She wants to apologize as well. She misses you, Phine." He told her.
"Adophine." He corrected him. "Phine is only used by people who are close to me, and unfortunately, you've lost that right." She calmly reminded him.
Adolph nodded. "You'll be picking up Anya's phone call, right?" He then asked.
Adophine chuckled and remained silent. All she knew was that Anya wanted to call and ask her to forgive her so that she wouldn't carry the guilt she was having in her heart at the moment.
She wanted to justify her crime in order to feel good.
"I can't promise you that." Adolphine responded.
Adoph clenched his jaws in anger and gazed harshly at her. "How can you be so cruel, Adolphine? Haven't I apologized? Hasn't she?"
"Cruel?" Adolphine chuckled. "You think I'm cruel. Who is cruel between me and you? You are the cruel one, Adolph, rejecting your fated mate for her best friend." She yelled.
"I couldn't love you, okay? I can't love you, and that fact will never change. Anya is the one for me, not you." He raised his voice.
"Okay," Adolphine said, lowering her voice and swallowing hard. She had heard him confess so many times that it was Anya he loved, and honestly, she wasn't getting used to it.
"What to do when your mate rejects you?" She wanted to ask but swalowed instead.
She turned her back on him and sniffed quietly. He wasn't worthy of her tears, and she wasn't going to show him.
Adolphine wiped her tears with the back of her hand, then turned to face him and said, "I wish you all the best with her. I hope you'll both lead a happy life."
Upon saying that, she hurrieldy walked out of there, ignoring his calls and asking her to go back.
On her way out of the bar, Adolphine met with Anya at the gate, standing beside Adolph's car, pacing around anxiously.
Anya reached out her hand, wanting to call her, but she walked past her without sparing her a glance.
Adolphine had no idea where she had left her car, and she didn't bother to look for it.
She had visited so many bars in that single night, but she wasn't forgetting about the betrayal she had gone through.
Walking for a long time until her legs ached, Adolphine saw a tall bar from afar.
Even in her drunkard state, she could read the name 'Dream' sculped above the building glowing with purple LEDs.
She knew the bar; it was a place where many influential people went.
Knowing it was time to make her second plan of the night work, she walked in, looking around for the perfect prey.
A man sitting at the counter, wearing a maroon Armani suit, caught her attention.
Just by looking at his broad back, she knew he was effortlessly handsome.
With blurry eyesight, she walked closer to him, stumbling over people and, god knows,.
After a minute of getting pushed and squashed by the sea of people on the dance floor, she made her way to the counter, where she pulled a stool and sat beside the man.
He turned to look at her, and a disheveled yet handsome appearance caught her.
His longer hair, longer than most men's, looked like a birds's nest on his face.
He too had huge eyeballs under his face, reflecting how much sleep he lacked.
She trailed her gaze lower and noticed a few buttons on his long-sleeved t-shirt were undone.
Underneath, a pale yet toned chest was visible. Adolphine swalowed hard, then staired at the bite marks all over his neck and chest.
"So he's done screwing a bitch." She thought inwardly and turned her gaze to look for the bartender.
She saw him at the end of the table, serving another customer. Deciding on waiting for him, she placed her purse on the counter, rested her elbows on it, and glanced over at the handsome man.
"Why would a pretty woman like you get drunk like this? Where are your friends?" The man asked her.
With a smile etched on her face, she asked him, "You think I'm pretty?" Not forgetting to pout.
"Very." The man responded, then took a sip of his glass.
Her mind slipped back to Adolph. She held her hand under her chin, then murmered in a low tone, "I wish he would think the same."
Adolphine had been thinking so much, weighing down the possibilities of why Adolph, her mate, and the man she had loved with her whole heart couldn't love her.
She had been the perfect mate for him. Exercising all her duties and even being faithful to him.
After failing to find out the reason why he would reject her for her best friend, she assumed it was because she wasn't pretty.
"Maybe Anya is prettier than me, and that's why he chose her over me." She told herself.
Sitting comfortably on the stool, she glanced back at him and asked, "Do you want me?"
She wasn't in a mood for sex, but all she wanted at that moment was to forget about Adolph. She wanted to forget about his embrance and how he smelled.
In order to achieve that, she knew she had to sleep with another man, whose embrance and scent would be different from Adolph's.
She had thought about that for over two weeks now, and that was why she didn't shy away from asking that stranger if he wanted to bed her.
The man almost chocked on his drink. He placed his glass on the table and glanced over at her as if he wasn't sure if he heard her clearly or if he was hearing his own things.
Because the bartender was yet to come to her and her throat was running dry, Adolphine reached for his glass and downed the remaining beer in one go.
When the man hesitated, she reached for his right thigh, ran her fingers over it, and then squeezed it.
The man gently removed her hand away from his thigh and then observed, "You are drunk."
"I'm not. I'm fully conscious." She quickly responded before her prey for the night went away.
When the man hardened his gaze on her, as if he didn't trust what she said, a deep frown etched across her face as she asked: "Do you want me or not?"
The man chuckled slightly, then reached for the back of his head, tilting it sideways in confusion. "I mean, I would have said no, but..."
"That's it." She responded, rising from her chair. With his unfinished sentence, she assumed it was a yes. "Your room or mine?" She asked while pulling the man off his stool.
"At least tell me your name." The stranger chuckled while letting her pull him wherever she was taking him.
"Adolphine." She admitted it, and then recalling something, she turned to him, saying, "I've changed my mind. Your room."
At the garage, Adolphine was asked one more time, "Are you sure you aren't drunk because the last thing I want is for you to regret this?"
"I may be drunk, mister; I don't disagree with that, but trust me when I tell you that I know what's going on, and as for regretting, I may if you don't succeed in making me forget the embrance of someone I know."
"To my villa." A satisfied smile spread across Adolphine's face when the man said that to his driver.