Hotel Confrontation

Ben’s POV

[Flashback continues]

The ride to the hotel was quiet. I liked that the cab driver did not say a thing, he just did his job. I was stuck in my head, that was for sure. I could not stop playing in my head the images of the love of my life with another man.

How could he do this to me? A question I was tempted to ask myself was ‘What did I ever do to deserve this’? But we all know exactly what I did to deserve it.

What was missing? What didn’t I have that Mitch had to look for in another person?

I’m not going to lie, I was hurting really bad. The depression was slowly eating my brain raw. And so was the rage and pain.

When the cab came to a stop, I looked out the window and saw the hotel. It was huge and fancy. I paid the guy and even added a little extra due to how quiet he was being.

Then I proceeded to get out of the car, grabbing my backpack and placing it on my back before heading right into the grand building.

Inside was as luxurious as outside, if not even more.

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