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

Wasted.

across the face. The sound echoed in the bathroom, cutting through the suffocating silence.

low but steady. Without waiting for a reply, I turned and walked out

I heard Kelly's shrill

his grip desperate. "Babe, please. I'm sorry," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry. It'll never happen

I shouted, yanking at my arm, but he pulled

embrace... it

in a rush. "The thing with Kelly, it

go of me, you piece of

me," he insisted, his hold tightening as if

asshole out

you, you bastard!

"Sia, please—"

their heavy boots echoing on the polished floor. Without hesitation, they

fell, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity,

voice rose, confusion giving way to anger. "What the fuck is

you out, sir," one of the guards

Let go of me!" Ryatt struggled against their grip, his movements frantic, but the guards didn't so much as flinch. Instead, they dragged him

yelling, kept calling my name, but I didn't look back. I didn't care

I walked away.

onto a stool and waved the bartender over. "Six shots,"

an eyebrow, hesitating, but when he saw the

before

one, I downed them, each shot burning its way down my throat and spreading fire through