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Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Twenty-Four
OUR DOWNFALLLITTLE HAD CHANGED IN THE week since our blowout, but our carefree days were over. I returned to the bedroom the next night, but the following morning he left for a week, out of town on a filming location.The semester was over, and the Christmas bash that my classmates had been so excited about was upon us. Char had come over the day before, bringing with her about a dozen dresses for me to choose from since I had no idea how to dress up for the occasion. All of my dresses from Sophie were much too elegant for a high school party, and I didn’t want to bother her. We ended up choosing one that had a sleeveless top that was filled with silver sequins, a white, flirty skirt below a satin belt, and silver sequined peep-toe heels to match.I was dressed and waiting, the house empty of all but me, as it had been all week without Weston. It was odd that in all the time I’d been in the house, I’d never been as lonely as I was in that moment, waiting for Charlotte to pi
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OUR END?I AWOKE GROGGY, MY HEAD pounding, and I carefully sat up. It was silent, not a single sound, and when I looked to Weston’s half of the bed it was still made. He never came to sleep in our bed.With sluggish movements I made my way to the bathroom and started up the shower. The hot water felt good against my skin and helped to clear my head. Unfortunately, that brought thinking, and with it the knowledge that everything was falling apart. My life with Weston was disintegrating before my eyes.I needed to get away, just step back for the weekend and assess what my life had become and what I wanted it to be. My backpack sat by the bed and I picked it up, throwing in a few things, including a change of clothes. I’d see if I could spend the night with Charlotte.The house was silent as I headed down to the ground floor, but as I approached the kitchen, I could hear the murmur of voices.“Natalie, you need to shut the fuck up about my personal life,” I heard Weston say
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Twenty-Six
HIS LONELINESS—WESTONSILENCE. I COULDN’T REMEMBER A time my house had ever felt so empty. Even in all the years I lived alone. My gaze was locked on the spot she’d been standing. The sheets on the bed—our bed—were tangled on her side. I didn’t even get to sleep beneath them with her the night before, to breathe in her sweetness, feel her warmth.I hadn’t slept the previous night, haunted by what she had said to me and wondering when things had become so fucked up. I crawled onto the bed, lying down on her pillow, in hopes of getting a little bit of Wren’s lingering scent. It was calming and gave the illusion she was still there, that she hadn’t walked out and left me. My aching heart was soothed by the falsity of it all.How had it all gone so terribly wrong? My recent behavior had been deplorable, so I couldn’t really blame her for leaving me. The realization I’d fucked up so bad that it gave her no other choice but to leave for her own peace of mind, was like poison. Acid
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Twenty-Seven
OUR FIRST CHRISTMASIT WAS DURING THE FOURTH batch of our annual Christmas Eve cookie making event when the doorbell rang, and Mom went to answer it.“I bet it’s Weston,” Daniel said as he pressed the dough out on the table.Chances were it was yet another cookie delivery from one of the neighbors. Two tins had already been delivered since we started.“Yeah, right. It’s been two days, and I haven’t heard one word from him. He’s probably at work right now, figuring out his schedule with Natalie,” I said, my lip twitching up into a sneer.But even my anger didn’t stop the pain in my chest or stop the tears that had been falling almost non-stop since I left.“God, I hate that bitch!” Daniel fumed.“Makes two of us,” I said with a sigh. “She might have just ended what was never meant to be in the first place, though.” It hurt to say, but that didn’t make it any less true.Daniel stared at me with wide eyes. “You don’t mean that, Wren.”“Don’t I? Because I sure as hell thin
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OUR NEW BEGINNINGMY MOM WAS GRINNING LIKE the Cheshire cat when we entered the kitchen, while Daniel was stuck between smiling and bitch slapping. Weston’s eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas as he surveyed the bounty, and I repeatedly had to smack his hand from picking up a cookie on the cooling rack. However, Mom fed his addiction by opening up one of the multiple canisters she’d received over the last few days and hoisting it into his chest, which he began munching away at.“Better?” Daniel asked in a whisper once Weston’s attention was diverted.“We’re getting there.” I gave him a smile.His eyes lit up. “Are you going home with him?”I nodded. “After Christmas sometime.”He smiled back and wrapped his frosting covered hands around me. “I’ll miss you.”“Miss you, too. And it’s only a few months till summer,” I said to reassure him, but it didn’t do much to lift the sadness that swallowed him.“Yeah, but every day without you sucks monkey balls.”I laughed and nudg
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OUR BETRAYERIT DIDN’T FEEL LIKE I was coming back from running away, but home from vacation. Perhaps it was due to the Christmas spirit that was still evident in the air. I was buzzing as I climbed the stairs with Weston trailing behind me, suitcases in hand.We were closing in on our bedroom, and the air around us was changing. It was only supposed to be a quick stop to change, but between rekindling our relationship and the proximity to our bedroom, a match had been lit. I was itching to have his hands all over my body.I got my wish as we crossed the threshold, bed in sight, and he was on me. I turned toward him and bit my lower lip from the lust that filled his eyes. The bags dropped from our hands, arms encircling as lips devoured.With his hands on my hips, he walked me backward until I hit the bed and fell down onto it. He gripped under my arms and tossed me farther up onto the bed. A moan ripped out of me as he crawled on the bed and settled between my legs.“Oh,
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirty
OUR VINDICATIONI HATED THAT OUR LAST free day trapped in our little bubble was marred by getting the details of our plan laid out. It also required me taking a trip to Sophie’s store and being away from Weston.“I’m so excited!” Sophie was buzzing as she put the key in the lock. “I wish I could be there to see the look on that bitch’s face! If something goes down, you have to take pictures.”To avoid me being seen, in case Natalie showed up, Sophie picked me up from the house and drove me to her shop. As we entered, the lights were off and it was silent.“Where is everyone?” I asked, looking around.“Oh, we take a little over a week off for the holidays. So, it’s just me and you. Come!” She waved me her way, a conniving smirk on her lips. “I picked up a bunch of enticing dresses for some of my other clients recently, and I think there are a few that will work perfectly for your little play.”“Then what else am I going to need? Because I see that look on your face. I’ve b
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HIS PARENTSIT’D BEEN A LONG THREE days since everything went down with Natalie and Mallory, and boredom was setting in. The problem was I’d been practically banished to our bedroom. Weston was being overprotective in my view, but I knew it was out of concern for me, so I let him baby me for a while. However, if he didn’t let me out of the bedroom soon, there was going to be a mutiny.“How are you feeling?” Weston asked as he sat down on the bed beside me.“Tired of sitting in this bed. How much longer do I have to stay here?”Besides a nice, nasty cut to my scalp right near my hairline that bled profusely, I was left with a concussion and some bruising, along with a few stitches. The docs all said I was lucky she didn’t crack my skull or worse, so it was the best outcome. They made me stay overnight for observation, and we escaped the next morning with the help of Lance.Thank God for HIPAA privacy rules that kept them from disclosing to anyone my health information, beca
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Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Epilogue
Weston ...IN THE ENDING DAYS OF July, I stood outside a huge estate, looking over the wedding site preparations. I scanned over the garden where the final touches for the ceremony were being put into place.In a few short hours, I would marry Wren with all our friends and family in attendance. We would both remember it this time, and have more than just a few photos to memorialize the event.I would have the memories of her walking down the aisle on her father’s arm in a white dress. The thought made me anxious. We were doing things backwards, so I didn’t think it would affect me, but it did.Somewhere inside the large, Spanish style mansion behind me, was my wife. She was hidden away in the bridal suite with her mom, Daniel, Sophie, Julia, and Charlotte.And I was going crazy without her. I wanted the hours to pass faster, just so I could be close to her again without some stupid barrier between us. We were already married, for fuck’s sake. Normal tra
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OUR HAPPINESSI STOOD IN THE KITCHEN with my hands wrapped around Julia’s as she breathed hard and fast.“Calm down. Let’s pretend for this week that I’m Julia, and you’re Weston.”With only days left until her wedding, Julia was going into full panic mode. In her workaholic wisdom, she decided to work until the day before the wedding, juggling her demanding job and last minute wedding details. Which left me sitting next to her on the kitchen island trying to calm her down before I needed to rush her to the hospital.She quirked her brow at me, her chest expanding, struggling to take in a deep breath. “Wren, I can’t do that.”I smirked at her. “You’re a bit of a control freak, you know?”Tears filled her eyes. “I have to be.”I nodded in agreement. “Yes, but this week it’s different. Let me be your wedding assistant.”She shook her head. “It’s too much.” Her breaths began to slow, letting her take in a little more air with each inhale.Gently, I pushed some loose stran
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MY COMPOSITION“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE GOING TO burn,” Weston said, blocking my sun as I laid out on the deck of the boat.“I’m okay. It’s our last day, and I want to soak up as much of the Caribbean as I can.”The week had been beyond words or expectations. Weston had gone above and beyond any fantasy vacation my mind could come up with. We’d snorkeled off the coast of St. Thomas, swam with sea turtles, spent time on the beautiful beaches in the Virgin Islands, and sailed around crystal clear turquoise waters.Sure, we’d had our picture taken the few times we went on land, but there wasn’t a pap in sight. More than once, we sat and talked with people for a while. I think it was something Weston enjoyed, meeting new people and getting to engage in conversation.Being with Weston, we were treated differently, which was still odd for me. Having people stumbling over themselves to make me happy as going to take some getting used to.“You should reapply.”I sighed and took the bo
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OUR VACATIONHATERS GONNA HATE.I smiled at my phone, a bit of calm coming over me. Somehow, Daniel always knew when I needed a lift. I typed out a quick response and threw my bag down next to the couch as I took a seat.A week had passed since the world found out about us, and things had calmed down at school, for the most part. Oliver continued to follow me around, but he didn’t have to come inside again except for after hours. However, the paps continued to stalk our every move.“Hey, baby girl,” Weston said, walking in and sitting down next to me. He let out a sigh and gave me a quick kiss.I pulled my knees up and reached for the remote. “How was your day?”“Good. Surprised I made it home before you.”I grimaced, nodding. “The deadline is coming up for the film score, so I needed to stay late after losing so much time.”His lips ghosted across my temple. “I know. Just make sure Oliver is always with you.”“Yes, my worrywart husband.” I tilted my head up an
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirty-Four
OUR FALLOUTWESTON WASN’T KIDDING WHEN HE said things were about to change. By the time we got home, there was already a crowd of people at the gate. From experience, Weston had the foresight to bring Joe and his crew along. Flashbulbs were going off, trying to get a picture through the tinted windows. My hand unconsciously squeezed Weston’s, and he gave a reassuring squeeze back.“Don’t worry, baby girl, they can’t see in. And once we’re past the gates, it won’t matter anymore.”The first thing I did when we walked in was rid myself of the heels that were killing my feet. Weston helped me out of my dress, and I hung it back up, quickly inspecting it for any damage to avoid the wrath of Sophie.I searched out my phone from Weston’s pocket where I kept it stowed all night. Once I found it, there was a knot in my stomach as I looked down at the screen and the ton of texts waiting for me. Many of them were angry.You’re married? Why didn’t you tell us? - LoganThought you tr
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirty-Three
OUR D-DAYWE ONLY HAD A LITTLE time together on Sunday before the whirlwind began. Sophie arrived first with our clothes. The makeup artist and hairstylist showed up shortly after and began to work on getting me camera ready for Hollywood.“Do I need to get you a sedative?” Sophie asked. She was scowling down at me with her arms folded across her chest.I looked down at my lap to find I’d destroyed a napkin, shredding it into hundreds of pieces. Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to center myself, but it wasn’t helping.“Maybe?”She sighed and uncrossed her arms. “Cissy, can you give us a few minutes?”I caught her smile in the mirror as she set down the brush. “Sure. I need to get something from my car anyway.”Sophie stepped forward and took my hand in hers. “I know it’s scary.”“I wasn’t expecting this to happen.” I held my hands out and watched them shake.She gave me a small smile and wrapped her hands around mine. “It was bound to happen. Tonight is a lot to take
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirty-Two
OUR COUNTDOWN“OPEN WIDE,” WESTON SAID, WAVING a fork in front of me. The tines were topped with the most delicious cobbler ever.I opened wide and let in the heavenly dessert, moaning as the peach flavor burst against my taste buds.“I’m going to miss this,” I said, my eyes scanning the diner. There were only a few people occupying the booths, and none of them even noticed Weston.He sighed. “Me too, but it will calm down after a few weeks.”I nodded. It was our fourth official date. We’d managed to find some pretty good places to go about an hour outside the city. A long drive, but a fair price to pay.The Oscar buzz was out of control. Seeing it on TV and seeing it unfolding in L.A. weren’t even in the same spectrum.Weston’s free hand took hold of mine, linking our fingers. “I’m nervous and anxious about it coming out, but I’m also ecstatic. I’m so tired of having this hanging over us, hindering us.”Butterflies invaded my stomach every time I thought about the Osca
