My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 245

Sienna

"Sienna!" Ryatt gasped, his voice sharp with disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Kelly's hand slowly rose to her cheek, her eyes wide with shock, as though she couldn't believe what had just happened. Honestly, I didn't blame her. I had always treated her far better than she deserved. Listened to her endless demands. Overlooked every mistake. Ignored every red flag. I'd done everything to make her happy-everything. She had been like a sister to me. Had been. Not anymore.

"What the fuck I am doing?" I pointed at myself, letting out a bitter chuckle. "I can't believe you even have the nerve to ask me that, Ryatt. You two were over here about to fuck each other-my boyfriend and my best friend-on the night of my birthday. My fucking birthday. After I dropped everything to spend it with you both. And you're asking me what the fuck I'm doing?" My voice cracked with rage as I stared him down. "Tell me, Ryatt. In all six years of our relationship, did you ever actually love me?"

His eyes softened-those same eyes that used to melt me. Now, they only made me sick. "Sia... listen," he said, stepping closer, his tone desperate. "We can talk this out. Kelly and I... it's... it's complicated, but—"

"But what?" I snapped, cutting him off. "Complicated? You couldn't keep your dick in your pants when you saw Kelly? She's exactly your type, isn't she? Wild, adventurous, sporty. And me? What am I? Boring? Like your bitch always says—a bore. So why did you date me, huh? Why waste my fucking time you piece of shit?!"

"You can't blame a man for cheating on you because of how boring you fucking are, Sienna," Kelly's venomous voice sliced through the air, her audacity burning like acid. "It's not just Ryatt. No one likes you. No one ever fucking did. The only friends you've ever had were Ryatt and me. And why? Because we pitied you."

"Kelly, stop!" Ryatt snapped, his voice rising, but she wasn't done.

"And you want to know when it started?" Kelly's smirk twisted into something cruel, something wicked. "Two years ago. Remember that trip to Switzerland for your first exhibit? When he said he couldn't go? He didn't go because

a vacation instead. A whole week. And we fucked every single day."

"Kelly!" Ryatt shouted, his voice breaking, but Kelly didn't care.

went

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?" she sneered. "Nobody wanted you, Sienna. Not Ryatt. Not me. Even when you started dating, he'd always said you were boring in bed. You're as boring as your goddamn art pieces."

A single tear slid down my cheek, hot and heavy with everything I had suppressed for years. I drew in a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling with the weight of it all. Then I looked at Ryatt-really looked at him.

All the years I'd wasted.

All the effort.

All the love.

those moments and

Wasted.

I yanked it away and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the bathroom, cutting through the suffocating silence. His head

I said, my voice low but steady. Without waiting

Kelly's shrill voice shouting his name,

sorry," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'm

yanking at my arm, but he

embrace... it disgusted

he rambled, words tumbling out in a rush. "The thing with Kelly, it

said let go of

insisted, his hold tightening as if that would

out of

you bastard! Now let go of

"Sia, please—"

boots echoing on the polished floor. Without hesitation, they pried him away from

My chest rose and fell, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt

rose, confusion giving way to anger. "What

to escort you out, sir," one of the

but the guards didn't so much as flinch.

but I

I walked away.

and waved the bartender over. "Six shots,"

but when he saw the look on

glasses appeared before me

shot burning its