When Love Wasn't Part Of The Plan.

SERAFINA

I didn't cry or scream.

Funny enough, I didn't even blink, really.

I just stood there, in my own doorway, watching my "Disney prince" fiancé go down raw on my freaking stepsister.

In my goddamn sheets.

I was hella sure they wouldn't be done anytime soon. I mean... judging from the size of him, she'd be busy all night.

My name's still saved in his phone as "Wife :)".

Cute.

It was a slow motion kind of betrayal. It was- expected. Because tell me why that bitch would laugh even when he just coughed?

Welp. I sensed it.

The flirty compliments, the nicknames, even down to the pink underwear I found under his drawer.

I hated pink.

I should've left then. God knows I had chances. But no - I stayed. Like an idiot.

Whatever happened there wasn't dramatic anymore, just Amia's perfect little foot digging into my comforter while Leo told her she tasted better than anything he'd ever had.

I didn't say a word.

I didn't even throw anything.

 I was the perfect fiancée, and I'd literally do anything to make my "man happy"- even if it meant letting him rub her clit while telling her what a good little girl she was.

Fuck them both.

I just turned around, walked back out, and closed the door behind me. I knew they both saw me and pretended they didn't. They obviously didn't give a damn. So why should I?

"Where were we daddy?" Amia finally let out after giggling in the most mocking tone ever.

I didn't let it get to me, I was done doing that. They could enjoy their little fairytale while it lasted.

My Uber driver was still downstairs.

"Forgot something?" he asked.

I got in. "Yeah," I said. "My Sanity."

He let out a light scoff. Poor fella thought I was cracking a joke.

I didn't know where I was going to, but one thing was certain, it had to be a million miles away from them both. From all of this. 

Three days later, they got engaged.

Gold balloons, string quartet, one of those proposals that's so public it makes you feel embarrassed just watching it.

The caption on her instagram post said, "Some things are just meant to be"

Sure, so was food poisoning.

I wasn't heartbroken, not really. Just...empty.

Like I'd been hollowed out and someone forgot to refill me.

It wasn't just the betrayal, it was how casual it was. 

Like I was never the main character. Just the stand-in, the usual test run. 

Richard Vale, my father, was an expert in making me remember my worth. Technically, what was really binding us both was that name, "Vale".

I wasn't even angry at Leo. I never expected much from him.

But Amia?

Amia I grew up with.

Amia used to sneak into my room when there were thunderstorms.

Amia braided my hair for prom when my mom wasn't there to do it.

Amia once cried in my lap over