You'll learn your lesson, but first you'll fall..

Deny, Matt, for fuck's sake, deny, and pray that she means something entirely different.
'Wait, w - what? El, what are you talking about?' I stuttered, my stomach in knots.

I could see Eleanor's eyes tearing up. 'Don't act fucking stupid, Matt. I know you fucked her, that blonde bitch, in the hotel in Spain. Why, Matt? Why? Is that how little I mean to you? Our marriage? Our baby?' Eleanor was sobbing her heart out at this stage, holding her bump.
I stood there, watching her sob her heart out, heartbroken, and it was all thanks to me. The woman, who 4 months ago, I married; the woman I truly loved. I could feel tears building up in my eyes, even though I was trying so, so hard to fight them, and without even intending to, I fell to my knees in front of Eleanor, and started crying.

'I'm so sorry, Eleanor.' I cried, looking up at her through the tears. 'I'm so stupid. Please, please don't leave me. I need you. Both.' I put my hands on her bump, but she stood back, leaving my hands dangling.

'How fucking dare you?' Eleanor said, also sobbing. 'How fucking dare you cry in front of me, when it's you who cheated. It's me who's been questioning everything you've ever said to me the past day, every touch, every kiss, every moment we've shared, not you. And as if this hasn't happened to me before. Matt, what does this mean to you? Does it mean anything?' She held up her left hand, shaking violently, where her wedding ring was.

'Eleanor, it means everything. Please, let me explain first.' I cried out.

'I'm not gonna sit in a bar like a fucking idiot while you grovel to me; bring me to your room, unless you have your little girlfriend up there.' Eleanor scoffed. Was I glad Amelia left when she did.

'Okay.' I stood up, and dried my eyes. I tried to hold El's hand as we walked out of the lounge, but she snapped her hand away.

Of course, when we stepped into the lobby, a drunken Kaycee, Alana and Zacky were stumbling in the front door. When Kaycee and Alana saw El, they staggered towards her quickly, shouting. 'Eleanor, is that you, bae? WHY ARE YOU SO FAT? ARE YOU PREGNANT?' Alana slurred, both her and Kaycee wrapping their arms around her.
I looked to Zacky, who was standing beside the hugging group of girls, and my blood boil. He was the reason Eleanor stood in this hotel, beknownst to the fact that I had cheated. But Zacky wasn't even looking at me; he was staring at Eleanor in confusion. His eyes then moved to meet mine, and I gave him the dirtiest look I could have ever managed. I walked towards him.
'So, that's why you were so fucking smiley to me tonight.' I growled to him, under my breath.

'What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't know El was coming over.' Zacky shrugged ignorantly.

'Yeah, and you didn't tell her about me and Amelia, is that right?' I said sarcastically, but watched Zacky's face fall even further.

'She doesn't know, does she?' Zacky said, shocked.

'Yes, she does fucking know.' I sighed.

'Oh, for fucks sake.' Zacky growled. 'I didn't tell her! I wouldn't do that to her.'

'Then, who did?' I shook my head.

'Matt.' I heard a fake, gentle voice. I spun around, to see El. 'Let's go, babe. I'm tired.' She said sweetly, hiding the anger. I nodded.

'Okay, babe. Night Zack.' I smiled at him, and El and I walked into the elevator, hand in hand, but the second the doors closed, she let my hand go.
The elevator ride seemed to last forever. When we got to the room, I let her in first, closing the door behind me.
I turned around to see her standing with her hands on her hips.
'Explain.'

Notes

poor el :c
thoughts?