Chapter 2: Bust your windows
The sound of moans and sensual grunts echoed in Fil's ears. Each time sounded louder like a clap of thunder. Her grip on the doorknob tightened until her hand turned white, heart skipping beats, breaths going slow and jagged, eyes wide as she watched two moving figures through the inch gap in the door.
"Ahh..."
'Vincent.'Her call failed to escape her lips.
"Oh, Vincent..."
Her breath hitched and her neck turned taut upon hearing the woman's voice with the man. There was no mistaking it, she thought. The lights inside the bedroom were dim, but their voices alone were enough for her to recognize those voices making sensual sounds under the sheet.
"How could you..." she trailed off, kicking the door open to stop the sinful engagement in the bedroom. "... do this to me?!"
Vincent, Fil's childhood sweetheart turned fiance, and Marianne, her best friend, jumped from her abrupt intrusion. Their eyes slowly dilated upon realizing the person who caught them red-handed.
"Fil, it's not what you think it is!" Marianne gasped defensively while holding the sheet over her bare chest. Vincent, on the other hand, also told her the same.
Fil closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. When she reopened her eyes, she was still in front of the door while those two traitors were still doing their sinful acts.
Fil couldn't do that; she couldn't confront them just as she imagined.
'It's not worth it, is it?' she wondered, snapping her eyes back to the gap of the door. She pressed her lips into a thin line, almost on the verge of pushing this door open and creating a scene. However, she didn't. Instead, she slowly released the door and took a step back.