AIDEN'S POV
"Zayn! Where exactly are you bro?. We can't be late for my wedding today". I hang up on the phone and toss it on my bed. I am getting married to the love of my life today and I can't wait. I and Tracy Kings have been engaged for 3 years now and I just needed to seal up our vows today in front of the world. I loved her to a fault. Maybe because she's the only female I ever let get close to me aside Emma my gay best friend.
"Where's my groom?". That was Zayn. I could recognise that voice from anywhere. He was my guy best friend, We've been friends for as long as I could remember. Our dads were business associates and that was how we met.
"What took you so long, bro?". I queried. We were always the last to show up at any event and I can't believe that we're just about to do the same on my wedding day. Typical Aiza behaviour.
On the drive to the church, I got a text from an unknown number and I decided to open the text. It was a link and I'm not one to click on any link but I just felt like seeing what's behind the link and now I wish I never did that. The first few seconds for me were hazy, my vision blurry and I felt a tight knot in my stomach. I couldn't breathe and I asked Zayn to turn the car around.
"Turn the car around, now!". I commanded.
"Why? I thought you didn't want to be late for your own wedding" he jokingly said.
"Zayn! I'm not in the mood for jokes now. Just drive straight to Tuna's hotel". I pleaded. I was fighting with the tears in my eyes. I silently prayed that it was all a joke and that what I had seen few minutes ago was a prank and not real.
We got to the hotel and I rushed to the room upstairs. I had my own key because my dad owned the hotel and it was supposed to be where we spent our first night as a couple before flying to Santorini for our honeymoon.
At the door, I heard voices so loud and clear, they were laughing together and then the moans crept in. I couldn't hold it in as I opened the door and walked into the suite. They didn't acknowledge my presence for the longest time.
"Yes, baby! Give it to me. I've never had it like this before!". I almost collapsed when I heard that. My own Fiancée begging to be thrusted in that manner. His thrust game must have been so good that she forgot about our wedding.
Just as they were about to change positions for her to receive back shots from him, he noticed me sitting and jumped off the bed.
"What.. what are you doing here? How did you get here?" She asked without the slightest sense of remorse in her eyes.
"I have the keys, remember?". I shot back at her. "Wait a minute, how are you worried about how I got in and not that I just caught you on our honeymoon bed with another man?" I added.
"It's not what you think... Errrm I can explain". She said.
I took a proper look at the other man's face and I realised who he was.
"What the hell, Tracy?! You cheated on me with the cleaner?". I said with tears in my eyes. They finally won the fight.
I continued; "After everything I have done for you? You even said we go celibate before our wedding and here you are making love to another man".
"What's happ...here?". Zayn said as he came rushing in. "Shit! This is bad". He said with disgust written over his face.
He has warned me about her but I refused to listen and here I am now, eating the fruit of my unbelief.
As we walked out of the room, she came running after me; "Aiden, please forgive me. It's not what you think". She wrapped herself with the blanket and kept shouting; "Just let it go... I can explain. I was drunk" She lied.
"Oopsie! I forgot to tell y'all that the press was outside" Zayn chipped in and before we knew, lightning from different cameras hit our face as Zayn and I rushed into the car.
"What does this mean, Sir?"
"Will the wedding still hold?"
"Rumours have it that you don't last long in bed which is why she cheated on you"
All these questions kept popping out of their mouths as Zayn tried to make his way out of the hotel premises.
"I'm sorry". And that was the last word that was heard throughout the drive until I got home.
Zayn knew where to take me to whenever I needed space and time to think. He drove me to my Summerhouse. Parked in my garage and said; "I'll send the driver tomorrow. Just turn off your phone and rest". With that, he walked out of the premises.
How he got home,I don't know but I loved how much we respected each others privacy.
I tried to go through my phone but Zayn's words hit me so hard "Just turn off your phone and rest". I couldn't. It was not an easy feat.
I went back to the link. The stupid boy she slept with had recorded their session from the night before and posted on his group meant for honey teenagers and one of them had seen Tracy's face and decided to send it to me. She was enjoying every thrust as her eyes kept rolling as if it was going to fall off her eye sockets. The way she groped the sheets on the bed... I couldn't take it any longer as I exited from there. I saw that I missed calls from my Parents, the Priest and Tracy's Parents. I opened my texting app, texted my Parents to say I was okay and switched off my phone. Doing as Zayn had advised earlier.