Ruin Me,Daddy

Chapter 1

Lila's pov

My fiancé is cheating on me.

That was the thought hammering through my skull as I stood frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, staring at a scene I could never scrub from my brain. I watched Ethan my Ethan thrusting into my best friend like a man possessed, her legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his back while she cried out his name in a voice I'd never heard from her before.

This was the man I was supposed to marry in four days. The man I had given five years of my life to shared an apartment, planned a future, saved every penny for our honeymoon in Bali. And here he was, buried deep inside Mia, my maid of honor, the girl who had helped me pick my wedding dress last weekend.

I couldn't breathe. The whole room spun like I'd been slammed into a wall. Skin slapped against skin, wet and rhythmic, the bed creaking under them. Mia's moans were loud, filthy, desperate. "Harder, Ethan fuck, yes, just like that! Don't stop!"

He growled low in his throat, the sound primal, hungry. "You're so fucking tight, baby. So much tighter than her." Than her. Than me.

My stomach lurched. I pressed a hand to my mouth to keep from vomiting right there on the hardwood floor. Five years and he had never once sounded like that with me. Our sex had always been quick, mechanical, two minutes of awkward thrusting before he rolled off and checked his phone. I'd asked for more begged, even and he'd just sigh and say, "I'm tired, Lila. Stop being dramatic."

Now I knew why.

Tears burned hot behind my eyes, but I couldn't look away. Mia's back arched off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. Ethan's hand was in her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded into her like he was trying to break her in half. She screamed his name again, legs shaking, and I watched her come actually come shuddering and soaking the sheets while he kept going, relentless.

I had never come like that with him. Not once.

My knees buckled. I grabbed the doorframe, nails biting into the wood. Humiliation flooded me so thick I could taste it. How many times had they done this? In our bed? While I was at work? While I was planning our wedding cake tasting?

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, obscene and endless.

Ethan's grunts mixed with her whimpers, and every single one of them carved another slice out of my heart.

"You're really fucking shameless, Ethan," I whispered, voice cracking like glass.

They both froze.

Mia's eyes flew open first. Panic exploded across her face. She shoved at Ethan's chest, trying to scramble away, but he was still inside her, still hard. "Lila-oh my God, Lila, it's not-"

Ethan's head snapped toward me. His eyes widened, but not with guilt. With irritation. Like I was the