I’m a corporate employee in the IT sector from a tier-1 college with a great package. During my college days, I never got into any relationship as it all seemed to be about lust, sex, and gold-diggers. Two years back, just after college, I met a sweet, simple girl (at that time), who also believed in the concept of “date to marry” and was ready to meet physically but not get sexually involved before marriage.
I thought she was the perfect girl for me, as I also believed in old-school love. We got into a relationship and met only once in the next six months (in a public place). During these six months, she also got a job with a very low salary, and things started to change from there. She started getting distant slowly. It went on for three months, and finally, she claimed that her uncle had seen all our chats and that she wouldn’t be able to contact me thereafter until things settled down.
I waited patiently, as I was madly in love with her. She came back texting me after two months, saying that she had made a mistake in her life and wasn’t able to contact me due to her guilt. She told me that she once went to a party and was taken advantage of while in a drunk state. I consoled her and believed everything she said. I still accepted her despite feeling betrayed to some extent.
A week passed while I was still processing all of it. I thought of giving her another chance. She asked me to meet again, this time in private, so that we could talk about her trauma. While we were alone, she got very emotional and kept saying that I wouldn’t want to even touch an impure girl like her. I consoled her, but she did not budge. This went on for some time. At last, she asked me to get sexually involved with her to prove that I didn’t mind her mistake.
I, being an old-school guy, did not want it, but at the same time, I couldn’t see her doubting whether I still wanted her or if I was just with her to console her and leave when she was stable. So, it happened. She got better slowly, and we moved in together as well. At this point, I did not mind getting sexually involved with her anymore. Things went well for the next three months.
Later, at her birthday party in November, I met a girl who was her colleague earlier and did not know that we were dating or anything. Her ex-colleague told me that the birthday girl was in a relationship with a guy at her office during the time when she was ghosting me, and they had started living together as well. If it was all true, she just came back to me after that guy had his fun with her, I thought to myself.
I did not believe the ex-colleague right away, but it put me in a confused state. Her birthday night and a couple of weeks after that, we got physical each night, and I, subconsciously, got very rough with her in bed. Once I had some clarity, I asked her to move out of my place, citing that my younger cousin would be moving in for two months. I met her only on weekends (in public places) during this time, citing the same reason.
During this time, I started interacting with her dearest friend over texts, whom I had known for a year, but now it was done regularly to somehow get the truth out of her. To my surprise, her friend slowly developed feelings for me. I told her friend that I did not share the same feelings for her. But, due to her feelings toward me, she confirmed that everything my girlfriend’s ex-colleague had told me was true, with relevant proofs. I was shattered.
I told her friend that I needed help in exposing my girlfriend. On the night of Valentine’s Day, I called her friend to my place. Later, I called my girlfriend as well. She came dressed up, thinking it was a candlelight date. I confronted her, but she still played innocent, lying again. I finally called her dearest friend out of the room, who knew everything. She was completely exposed and baffled. But at that point in time, something took over me, and I wanted to hurt her more, so I pulled her friend close to me and started kissing her.
Her friend did not mind at all. I picked her friend up and went to the room while she kept looking, eyes wide open with disbelief. Her friend closed the door on her face, and we started making love like wild animals. We could hear her sobbing and asking for forgiveness, but I did not bother. I slept with her dearest friend, whom she had cherished since childhood. (It was a one-night thing only.) The door to the flat was open, so she left-I don’t know when. We never talked again.
Her friend and I still interact with each other but did not get involved, as I was not ready for a relationship. A few days back, I came to know through her friend that my ex-girlfriend has gone into depression and her life has fallen apart. Now, I feel that it is somehow my fault that I exposed her. Please let me know, what should I do now?