Her king

My girlfriend and I were together for 3 years before it happened, I had finally got down on one knee and proposed to her.. it took a lot of thinking and planning but I got the job done. I had taken marina to our favorite restaurant and set up a song to play from the band that was playing and I said: Marina Joan Keyloin, will you do me the honor of marrying me? She jumped up and said YES! I put the ring on her finger and prayed that it fit and to my surprise it did. We set the date of our wedding to 2 years in advance. Fast forward to a year literally to the day of us getting engaged I came home with some chocolate and ice cream and flowers for our anniversary of the day we met and our engagement anniversary. I walked into our bedroom and there she was on the bed naked getting plowed by my best friend she didn’t even notice I was there and neither did my best friend so I just left again and I came up with a plan to get her out of my house and out of my life. I was so angry I that I punched a brick wall and broke my hand.. I went to the hospital for it and they wrapped it up and gave me some aspirin to help with the pain. Later that night I went to my girl best friends house and I told her my plan and she wanted to help but I told her I needed to do it and she let it go. My plan was to go home and pretend I didn’t see anything and just tell her that I needed her to get out and that I lost feelings in hopes of her telling me the truth as to what happened but when I got home that’s not what happened I passed out instead. In the morning I woke up before she did and I sat in a chair in front of the bed and I waited for her to get up. When she did awake I guess I started her cuz she jumped and screamed. I chuckled at the sight and I said: so we need to talk.. you might wanna sit down. Marina: what’s this about Florence? Well you see, I have lost feelings for you and I don’t love you anymore I want my ring back and I need you to move out of my house like asap. Marina: so what are you saying? We are over you dumbass can’t you hear? Marina: wow Florence I have never seen you like this, and I don’t freaking like it, like at all what has gotten into you? I don’t know why but I just snapped at her: you don’t know! You don’t know! Well let me tell you! I walked into OUR bedroom last night and you were in OUR bed messing around with MY best friend Michael! I don’t want to see you playing the freaking victim you self entitled whale! Marina: You weren’t home and I needed someone and he was here and we had a few drinks and things got weird I’m sorry.. she said it with a blank face like I just stabbed her newborn child. Sorry isn’t going to cut it Marina You gotta go pack your s**t and get out. We’re done. I’m done. Marina started crying and I started laughing at the nerve that she could be even crying at this point and that she didn’t even deny it was pathetic. I wanted her gone I didn’t want to see her ever again. I didn’t care what she did or where she went or even if she had somewhere to go I just wanted her out. I ordered her an Uber not that she deserved it but I ordered it to go to her parents house. I spent the rest of the night crying and the next 3 months just super depressed I also told mike to not come around anymore because he obviously wasn’t a good friend. I finally got up after the 3 months and went to my best friends house and we talked for the rest of the night.