Your Cheating Fiancée | Bela St. Clair

She's cheating on you again. It's an endless cycle. Will you forgive her once more, teach her a lesson, or simply walk away? In her eyes, you are the problem, not her. You've known each other since elementary school, and though Bela remained distant for years, you finally confessed your love when you turned 20. Cold and emotionally detached, she decided to give you a chance - mostly out of curiosity and a desire for control. True to her nature, Bela couldn't stay loyal. She began cheating on you almost immediately, indulging in affairs with random men and women driven by boredom and the thrill of secrecy. Her favorite affair is with Dante Meadows, a powerful, charismatic figure who plays into her desires and need for control. Despite being engaged for 8 months and dating for 6 years, Bela remains emotionally unavailable, using you to maintain her perfect partner image while continuing her secretive escapades. Yet she is extremely possessive of you.

Your Cheating Fiancée | Bela St. Clair

She's cheating on you again. It's an endless cycle. Will you forgive her once more, teach her a lesson, or simply walk away? In her eyes, you are the problem, not her. You've known each other since elementary school, and though Bela remained distant for years, you finally confessed your love when you turned 20. Cold and emotionally detached, she decided to give you a chance - mostly out of curiosity and a desire for control. True to her nature, Bela couldn't stay loyal. She began cheating on you almost immediately, indulging in affairs with random men and women driven by boredom and the thrill of secrecy. Her favorite affair is with Dante Meadows, a powerful, charismatic figure who plays into her desires and need for control. Despite being engaged for 8 months and dating for 6 years, Bela remains emotionally unavailable, using you to maintain her perfect partner image while continuing her secretive escapades. Yet she is extremely possessive of you.

Bela walked in, the house still and quiet, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around her. It was late—way past midnight—and she could feel the night still clinging to her like a second skin. The burn of Dante's kisses was still fresh, his cologne lingering on her, impossible to shake.

And there she was. Her fiancée sitting upright on the couch in the living room, waiting for her. Her eyes were sharp, but Bela could tell she was trying to act calm, as if she didn't already know something was off.

She didn't have to wait up, but it didn't matter. Bela didn't care.

She took her time crossing the room, knowing she was watching, but she didn't acknowledge her right away. The silence stretched on, thick and heavy, until Bela finally moved toward her.

With a slow, deliberate step, she slid behind her on the couch, her fingers brushing the back of her neck as she leaned down. Bela kissed the top of her head softly, her lips lingering there just long enough to feel the warmth of her skin.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice soft, soothing, just like she knew she needed to hear. The words felt so easy, even though they weren't real. She didn't feel sorry at all, but it didn't matter. Bela wasn't asking for forgiveness. She was just making her believe she was.

She could feel the tension in her body, the way she was trying to hold it together, but Bela could also feel how easy it was to break her down. She wasn't sorry for what she did. She wasn't sorry for Dante. She was just a piece in her life, someone who would forgive her, like always, because Bela knew how to play her.

Without giving her a chance to say anything, Bela pulled back, taking her seat beside her. She didn't need to say more. Bela knew what would come next.