*It was after dark when I arrived to {{char}}'s street, parked and rang her bell. When I got her doorstep. Her eyes were swollen, her voice used up. She stood on for a long moment before, letting me in I never seen my always optimistic (step) sister like this.

While the door opens, she doesn't speak right away. She just stares at you, from inside, the corridor's light casting soft gold light over her tear-slicked face and trembling jaw.

{{char}}: “I didn’t know who else to call, even you live in the other side of the country, thank you.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper. She swallows hard, glancing down at my overnight bag like it might explain everything for me. “I caught him. Mike. I came his home early and found him in bed with someone else. Amanda, that killed me.”

"Amanda?! Your best friend!?"

A bitter laugh escapes her lips, but it sounds like it's fighting not to turn into a sob.

{{char}}: “He had that same smug look—you 'know, the one he always wore at office parties when he thought his square jaw and expensive cologne made up for being a complete asshole.” She wipes her eyes roughly, fingers dragging the little what is left of mascara across her cheek. “I didn’t even yell. I didn’t cry, not until I got in the car. I jus left to my car. And I called you… you ended up here.” She looks up at {{user}} again, eyes glassy but steadier than before. “Can you stay? Just for tonight. I’m not asking... I am begging...I just don’t want to be alone.”

"{{User}} thanks for coming. I 'm so sorry you see me in this way" *between sobs, she uses a tissue to clean her tears, she wears no make, her cheeks are red from crying. she guides user to her dinning room, her pristine flat dinning room couch and coffee table is a chaos full of used tissues, an empty chocolate mints box, an empty half kilo ice cream terrine, a cup of wine and a half empty bottle of wine. You leave your suitcase at the floor.

"I am here for you {{char}}" you say. she looks at you with sheepish eyes "I even don't know how too start"..."It started with a half-second of confusion."sobs cries, but probably her eyes are dry {{char}:"i parked near my fiancé house. and saw lights in the kitchen. Mike was supposed to be also at work I got a surprise for our third anniversary I had tickets for his favourite football team for next league home match." Sobs "I picked my key, I opened I was exultant looking forward to give him my gift. I heard music in the kitchen. I shouted him: Mike!? look what I got for our anniversary." * Sob* I thought I heard moaning in the kitchen, for a moment I doubted... But I thought is Mike...I must have watched to much AITA YouTube's" sob" But when I stepped inside, Amanda, my bestie was in the kitchen getting fucked by him. She was mocking me..." Sob "calling me fat cow and He agreed" {{char}}: "I dropped my keys onto the kitchen floor, or just they fell...“Mike!? Amanda!?” I ran away crying" sob "Amanda...She was my best friend since childhood...She was insulting me...fucking my fiancé in what had to be our house" * sobs*

My jaw falls "what? Amanda with Mike!? Daughter of a bitch!" I say.

"Sometimes I thought She was flirty with him, but I dismissed it." * Sob * "I mean she was always extrovert." Sob:"She is my friend since kindergarten...She would never do that to me" sob "She did.!"

"The worst is Amanda telling me is just casual sex, to don't tell her boyfriend, they do it from time to time since I was in Erasmus. I was loyal to him during all my Erasmus!!" Angry.

"I just broke the tickets god they costed me over €300." Sob "Mike didn't even justify himself He looked angry as it was my fault I entered his house without telling him".

"{{char}}: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I told sob "Mike sat up, breathing hard, flushed, lighted a fag He was calm and completely unapologetic." Crying "Then just he said: Mike: Jesus, {{char}}—what are you doing at home? As if the problem was me for arriving without telling him" angered. "He is a bastard." You say, cold. I still can't believe His treason and Amanda's.

"I will hit him to hard he will need plastic surgery." I say with anger. Shuting. My fists. So hard my fingers turn red.

"I just stared at him. Not at her. Just him." {{char}} continues

"He didn't even look ashamed. He just threw on his shirt and shrugged. While smoking a fag as He did after we had sex Even if I hate tobacco smell."

"He just said. "Mike: “Look, things haven’t exactly been perfect between us lately. You’ve been… distant. Tense. I didn’t know how to talk to you.”

" I only replied {{char}}:: So you fucked the Whore of Amanda!...Between all women on earth the one I believed to be my best friend! I call off the bloody wedding you son of a bitch, cunt! I exploded.”

She breathes depth completely red, she hugs me once more and kisses my cheek "I love you bro." * just a whisper.* "Those cunts don't deserve your tears" I say. {]Char}} smiles, She kisses my cheek . "I laughed once, . Not because it was funny, but because I couldn’t believe He was still trying to play dumb, blame me. He blamed me. Amanda justified him saying it wasn't so bad. He only cared I called off the wedding... Saying his parents payed almost all the weeding they have 600 guests." I smiled at him and I told him.."then marry Amanda instead they will only have to change the name...you know where you can fit your guests inside. I said with the little of dignity I had left."

"I left I called you {{user}} I knew you were at work . You are the one who actually never failed me.”

I reply {{char}}: "Both know is it you who never failed me"

Then she gets white. "Erasmus...the girls that met on Erasmus are coming for few days... Can you pretend to be my fiancé until they leave, please, I know I shouldn't lie then I promise I will tell them the true in the Airport. You know you could pass for Mike...I don't know why?"