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Cheater| P.Parker
(a/n): Hola bitches, I deeply apologize for not being active much. I started a new school so I’ve been very very busy and sad. Enough about how pathetic I am, enjoy<3
Summary: You suspect Peter is cheating and your suspicion is right.
Warning: angst. asshole! Peter
w/c: 711
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"Do you still love her?" You asked Peter as he walked through to your shared bedroom.
Peter came home late, again. It was 1 a.m and you waited for him all day.
He didn't even take a glance at you just walking straight to the closet, taking off his black tie. "What are you talking about?" He sighs, his tone was pure annoyance.
You stood there, debating if you should ask him again. "Michelle. Do you still love her?"
This time Peter froze, turning his body to look at you, in the eyes. "A-Are you accusing me of cheating?"
You shook your head. "I didn't say anything about cheating, Peter. I asked if you still love her." Your voice was harsh and cold, hiding all the sadness inside.
"No," Peter answered, going back to change his suit.
You were unconvinced. Lately, for the past few months, Peter had been working late. You first didn't suspect anything but he started to come home with a different cologne.
And, Tony Stark was having a nice fancy formal party at his big mansion and of course, he invited Peter and you, but the thing is; Peter didn't tell you.
You found out about the party while scrolling through Instagram. There was a video and behind it was Peter, dancing with an unknown female.
After that, you found a lipstick mark on one of his white collar when you were doing laundry.
It broke your heart into millions of pieces.
"Really? Are you sure?" Now, you were more demanding. You can feel Peter get angry but he didn't dare to show it.
He ignored you, quickly changing his clothes into his pajamas, going to the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom.
You followed him, crossing your arms, leaning against the door frame, watching him brush his teeth.
"You're not going to answer my question?" You asked, slowly starting to become mad.
Peter spit out his saliva, cleaning his face with his towel. "No, because your question is bullshit."
"Just answer the question, Peter." You raised your eyebrows and Peter walked past you.
Peter scoffed. "I'm not in love with Michelle, (Y/n). Gosh! Who do you gotta be so possessive and jealous?" He threw his hand in the air, rubbing his jaw.
"I'm possessive and jealous? Are you seriously saying that I'm possessive and jealous because I asked you a simple q-"
"That is not a simple question! You're accusing me of cheating." Peter's started to raise his voice.
"Because you are cheating, Peter! I know that Tony invented both of us but you didn't tell me and went out with some woman!" You exclaimed at him, watching as his face fell.
"That woman is my friend!"
"Friend as in mistress! You invited your mistress to that party."
“I invited her because I know how much you dislike parties.” Peter excuse was an obvious lie.
You loved parties, especially when it’s a party with Peter. You were holding backs tears now. “Just tell me the truth, Peter. I know that woman is Michelle and I know that you two had sex because I saw the lipstick mark in your collar.”
“W-We didn’t have sex.” He mumbled under his breath.
Another lie.
You scoffed, sucking the inside of your cheeks. “Really? Then explain the lipstick that I found on your collar.”
Peter closed his mouth, looking down at his feet in shame.
“Fine. Answer again. Do you still love her?” Your voice was now quiet.
He struggled to let out a word. “No.”
“Okay. Do you love me then?”
Silence. Pure silence.
That was it. You got your answer. “’Was I not good enough for you?”
“N-No! You are good enough, it’s just me w-”
“If I was enough, why did you cheat?” You gave up holding back that tears, it started to come out of your eyes.
Peter stayed silent which made you realise that Peter never loved you. He just used you to get over Michelle. He made you believe that he cared for you.
“Wow. Someone you thought loved you was just actually just using you.” You sniffled, wiping off the endless tears coming form your eyes with your sleeve.
“I’m s-”
“I don’t need your apology.” You said. “All I want was for you to love me.”
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