Left My Cheating Fiancée At The Warehouse

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When I saw the mill manager's son dragging my fiance into the distribution center warehouse, I didn't rush in. I simply turned around and walked away, pretending I hadn't seen a thing.

In my past life, I had risked my entire future to burst in and beat that man to a pulp. But instead of being a hero, I was framed for trying to rob the warehouse.

When the security guards arrived with the sheriff, my fiance had already torn her own clothes. She cried, claiming she and the manager's son were trying to stop my crime, and that I had assaulted and violated her.

From that day on, I became a pariah. I was a criminal everyone spat on, a man avoided like the plague.

The rumors were so suffocating that her parents forced me to marry her. I thought it was my duty, but that marriage was the true start of my hell.

She lived like a queen at home while telling everyone I was starving her. When she got pregnant, she intentionally threw herself against a table and screamed in the yard that I was a domestic abuser who hated his own child.

My parents, desperate to save me, borrowed money from everyone they knew to buy her a comfortable office job. But the moment she felt secure, she framed my father for stealing steel from the mill.

My father died in prison within six months. My mother couldn't take the shock; she fell ill and followed him shortly after.

Years later, when a wall collapsed on me at a construction site, she didn't call for help. Instead, she picked up a brick and repeatedly smashed my skull.

"If you hadn't played the hero back then, Jace and I would have been together years ago. You wasted my life!" she hissed.

My head was crushed, and my life ended under that rubble. Now, I've opened my eyes to find myself back at the warehouse door, hearing the familiar, flirtatious murmurs of my fiance from inside.

I stood in the shadows, my body trembling despite the sweltering summer heat. My mind was a whirlwind of the horrors I had endured in my previous life.

The crushing weight of that past felt all too real, but I forced myself to stay calm. I suppressed the urge to kill them both right then and there.

I turned on my heel and walked back toward the company dinner being held at the nearby grill. It was a celebration for the regional manager, and things were still in full swing.

I sat down at the table with the mill workers and grabbed a glass. Suddenly, a hand slapped my back.

"Silas, how can you just sit here drinking? Your girl just ran off with another man!" my old friend Quentin whispered urgently in my ear.

I didn't even look at him as I took a sip. "Stop talking nonsense. She's not my wife yet," I replied coldly.

I was afraid that if I looked at him, I'd wrap my hands around his throat. In my last life, he was the one who stole my college scholarship by sabotaging my reputation.

He used to come over during his breaks just to brag. Every time he did, Wynter would start a massive screaming match with me.

"Silas Reed, why did I marry a loser like you? You're as useless as a pig that only knows how to eat!" she would scream.

Back then, I would try to defend myself. I would remind her that my scholarship was taken because of her, but she'd just play the victim.

"Oh, so it's my fault? You wanted me to tell everyone the manager's son tried to touch me? Our families would have been ruined!" she'd wail, sitting on the ground until the neighbors came to beat me.

Later, I learned the truth from Quentin himself while I lay dying under that wall. He had known about Wynter and Jace all along and lured me to the warehouse just to take my spot at the university.

I wasn't going to fall for his trap this time. Quentin, seeing I wasn't moving, grabbed my arm.

"I'm serious, Silas. I saw a guy drag Wynter into the warehouse. If something happens, how will you face her mother?"

I shook him off with a look of disgust. "Jace Bennett, the manager's son, told me he was walking her home because she had too much to drink. Are you saying Jace is a predator?"

I raised my voice on purpose. The regional manager and several mill foremen at the next table stopped talking and looked over.

"What's going on over there? What about Arthur Bennett's son?" the manager asked.

I stood up, acting perfectly indignant. "Mr. Thompson, Quentin here is slandering Jace! He's saying Jace is trying to assault my fiance in the warehouse!"

I continued, my voice firm. "I know Jace is a man of integrity. He would never do something so disgusting!"

The men who were friends with Jace's father immediately chimed in. "That's right! We've known that boy since he was in diapers. Quentin, you want to keep your job, or are you just fond of lying?"

Quentin's face went pale, and he nearly fell out of his chair. "I I wasn't lying, they really"

I cut him off before he could backtrack. "Manager Bennett has always been good to me. I won't let his son's name be dragged through the mud!"

"I'm going there right now to prove Quentin is a liar!" I declared.

The foremen stood up, fueled by the drama. "We're coming too. This is serious. If you're making this up, Quentin, there will be consequences!"

I looked down to hide the smirk tugging at my lips. I hauled the shaking Quentin up and led the crowd toward the warehouse.

As we approached the warehouse, a thick, rhythmic moaning drifted through the air. The woman's voice was soft and breathless, filled with a suggestive tone that made the older workers blush and look away.

I stopped abruptly, my body swaying as if I were in shock. I held up a hand to stop the crowd from moving further.

"Wait! Please!" I said, my voice cracking with fake emotion. "Let me let me check first. It might be a misunderstanding. Wynter isn't that kind of girl, and Jace would never do this!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the air. I looked like a man desperately trying to cling to his dignity.

"A misunderstanding?" Ms. Halloway, the mill's administrative head, stepped forward with a deep frown.

"That sounds exactly like Jace Bennett to me! If they're fooling around in a company warehouse, that's a major scandal. We need to know the truth!"

She didn't wait for a response. She turned to a young clerk behind her. "Go get Manager Bennett, and call the local sheriff!"

I was close enough to hear her. I knew her husband had been eyeing Arthur Bennett's job for years. This was the perfect chance to take him down.

I pretended I hadn't heard a thing and grabbed Quentin's arm with a look of pure grief. "You're my best friend. Come with me."

Before he could protest, I dragged him to the warehouse door. The heavy wood was shut, but Wynter's voice drifted out clearly: "Yes, faster" followed by Jace's heavy breathing.

I stood there, my feet feeling like they were made of lead. Quentin nudged me, whispering, "Does that sound like Wynter to you?"

When I didn't answer, he kept pushing. "You've given her everything. Your family spent their life savings on the engagement party. If I were you, I'd kill him."

He picked up a loose brick from the ground and shoved it into my hand. His eyes were gleaming with malice.

"Silas, don't take this sitting down! I've got your back. Just go in there and show that bastard what happens when he touches your woman!"

He wanted me to ruin myself just like before. He knew that if I attacked Jace, the mill would fire me and cancel my scholarship immediately.

The hatred in my heart burned hotter. I suddenly shoved Quentin back against the wall with surprising force.

Then, I intentionally tripped, falling into the dirt. I scrambled back toward the crowd, scraping my knees and elbows until I looked like a mess.

"It's nothing!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face as I reached the managers. "It's just some stray cats! I chased them off! Everyone, please, let's just go back to the party!"

"Stray cats?" Mr. Thompson asked, his expression darkening.

"That warehouse is full of grain and expensive textiles. If cats are tearing into the sacks, we need to see the damage!"

He started walking toward the door. I lunged forward and grabbed his arm, my hands shaking. "No, really! I checked! Everything is fine, please just trust me!"

Right as I spoke, a loud, guttural groan of pleasure erupted from inside the warehouse. It was unmistakable, and every man in the crowd knew exactly what it was.

The crowd erupted. Several young workers pushed past me, but I grabbed the lead man's sleeve, sobbing. "Don't go in! I'm begging you! I'm telling the truth!"

Since I was refusing to speak, someone turned their gaze toward Quentin. A foreman grabbed him by the collar. "What's really going on in there? If you lie, I'll knock your teeth out!"

Quentin's face was ghostly. He knew that if he admitted Jace was in there, the manager would ruin him. But if he lied to the sheriff, he was also dead.

"It it's just cats," Quentin stammered, his eyes darting around. "Silas and I we chased them off. That's it!"

Ms. Halloway stepped forward, her eyes like daggers. "If it's just cats, then your earlier claim about Jace and Wynter was slander. Should we go to the station now, or do you want to rethink that?"

Quentin collapsed to his knees, sobbing. He couldn't find a single word.

Just then, a booming voice came from the back of the crowd. "Who's slandering my son?"

It was Arthur Bennett. He saw Quentin on the ground and immediately kicked him in the chest. "You little rat! You dare make up lies about my boy?"

Quentin curled into a ball, his pants visibly darkening as he lost control of his bladder. He knew his life was over. There was no way out.

I rushed over to hold Arthur back, acting like a loyal dog. "Manager Bennett, please don't upset yourself! I know Jace is a good man. Wynter would never betray me."

"Her family is poor, and I give them my entire paycheck every month. Why would she do this?" I added, my voice trembling.

"We've been engaged for years, and she won't even let me hold her hand. She's so virtuous. She'd never do something so shameful!"

As if on cue, more loud, animalistic noises came from the warehouse. A group of deputies pushed through the crowd and headed straight for the door.

"Officers, please! There's nothing wrong!" I cried out, trying to block them.

A deputy shoved me aside. "We received a tip about a potential theft of company property. Step back!"

This time, I couldn't stop them. With a loud crash, the deputy kicked the door open. The moment the flashlights hit the interior, everyone gasped and recoiled in horror.

There weren't just two people inside.