Chapter 6

Silvia pov

I was already falling apart when I heard that familiar voice. Just in time, Derek, I muttered to myself. I felt a wave of unease wash over me as Abigail turned her attention to him.

“Hey! I wasn’t trying to mess anything up,” she stammered, quickly putting her phone away. He nodded and shut the door behind him. “I know, Abigail. That’s why I suggest you sit down so we can have a better conversation.”

As he approached Abigail and placed a hand on her shoulder, my heart raced. What was he up to? I wanted to speak, but the words caught in my throat as Derek tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Abigail,” he said softly. His disregard for my presence sent a chill through me.

“Tic-toc.”

“You’re in love with me, Abigail.”

“Yes, I am,” she replied, a smile lighting up her face as if she had just won a prize.

Derek frowned, his expression darkening, and he didn’t reply. I got up from the bed, still wrapped in the duvet, and flopped onto the couch. I wasn’t ready to cry or feel betrayed because I knew men were often unfaithful.

I couldn’t look away. There they were, Derek and Abigail, caught up in their little game. It felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible. He had that look in his eyes, the one he wore when he was about to manipulate someone—something deceitful. I recognized it all too well. My stomach twisted with the familiar ache of betrayal.

Abigail sat there, gazing at Derek as if he were a trophy. Her eyes sparkled with innocence, completely unaware of how he was controlling her, making her dance to his whims. And Derek? He was smooth, wearing a calm facade, but his actions revealed everything. He knew I was watching, and it didn’t seem to bother him at all.

I sat there, a knot of anxiety in my throat, as Derek moved in closer to Abigail. His voice was soft, almost comforting, but I was not fooled. I could see the manipulation behind his words.

“Turn on your phone, Abigail,” Derek said, his tone overly sweet. "Let’s record this moment. How about a little video?"

I was too stunned to reply. My hands trembled, my thoughts raced, yet I remained silent. I wanted to yell, to express my deep-seated hatred for him in that moment. But I held back. Instead, I watched as Abigail searched for her phone, her fingers shaking with anticipation. She was so desperate to please him, to bring him joy. It made my blood boil.

“Come on, Abby, you know you want to,” Derek urged, his voice dripping with charm. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as he leaned in closer, making my stomach churn. With every second, my heart felt heavier.

I longed to confront him, to demand he stop, but I was paralyzed. I just couldn’t do it.

Abigail laughed, completely unaware of her surroundings. “Alright, Derek. I’m going for it.” She activated her phone’s camera, and the small red light flickered on, capturing the moment. The sound of the camera shutter filled the air, and I despised it. It served as a painful reminder of my insignificance, how I felt invisible in this scenario.

Then Derek shifted, his hand gliding down her arm in a way that felt overly intimate, almost possessive. My heart sank. It was more than just a touch; it was a declaration, a gesture meant to make her feel cherished, to convince her of her uniqueness. But I understood the reality. He was indifferent to her. His only concern was himself.

“I’m going to make you feel amazing, Abigail,” Derek whispered, his hand hovering too close to her body. He acted as if I didn’t exist, as if I hadn’t been by his side for months. I wasn’t the one who had supported him through thick and thin. I wasn’t the one he had vowed never to hurt.

But I refused to cry. I wouldn’t allow him to witness my tears.

“Derek, look at me,” I finally said, my voice low yet laced with bitterness. “Is this truly what you wanted? To shatter me, to make me feel worthless?”

He didn’t even glance my way. His attention remained fixed on Abigail, who was too caught up in the moment to perceive the tension in my tone.

“I guess I was mistaken, huh?” I pressed on, my words quickening and growing more resentful. “I thought you were different. I believed I meant something to you. But I see now that I was just another naive girl, right? Just another plaything.”

I noticed him shift slightly, yet he still refused to acknowledge my presence. This only intensified my anger. He had the audacity to treat me as if I were insignificant. I was more than just an unnoticed figure in the background; I deserved better.

“Go ahead, Derek,” I said sharply, rising to my feet. “Engage in your little game. But don’t for a moment believe that I’ll be there to pick up the pieces when you inevitably hurt her too. Because believe me, you will. You always do.”

He turned his gaze toward me with aggression, his eyes filled with fury. Perhaps my words had struck a nerve. “I want her to witness us fuck, Silvia, since she’s so eager to make a video and have more to show the family.”

"Derek, you can't be serious! How could you possibly choose Silvia over me? I love you so deeply that I would do anything to demonstrate my feelings." Abigail exclaimed, She clutched Derek's wrist tightly, tears flowing down her face.

I let out a faint laugh, gazing at her with a look of sympathy. My heart raced as Derek approached me. “Stand up!”

I complied, locking eyes with Abigail, whose hands trembled against her body. She appeared fragile, completely captivated by Derek; it was evident in her gaze. Meanwhile, I was left uncertain about Derek's intentions. Why would he ask me to stand while Abigail looked on in distress?

Derek's face was inscrutable, his eyes burning with intensity as he remained motionless. He ignored Abigail, who was visibly shaken, her body quaking under the weight of her feelings. Instead, his focus was solely on me, his jaw clenched as if preparing for an impending confrontation.

“Are you asking me to make a choice?” Derek's tone was steady, almost emotionless, yet there was an underlying tension that I couldn't quite decipher.

I felt a lump in my throat as the atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation. I turned to Abigail, her wide eyes filled with desperation and hope, but my attention quickly returned to Derek.

“What do you mean by choose?” I asked, my voice faltering despite my efforts to remain composed.

He moved closer, closing the distance between us. “Abigail… should witness this.” With that, he unzipped his trousers.

“I need my dick to get down to your throat, Silvia”

“It's my pleasure, Derek”