CHAPTER 2

"What?" Some people ask in utter shock while others just gasp in disbelief.

But I just stand there...numb.

This is a fucking joke!

Wendy is his brother's girlfriend and there's no way Matt had sex with her, she can't be pregnant with his child. 

No fucking way.  

I mean, Matt is the most faithful guy I know and this can't be true. He couldn't have slept with his brother's girlfriend. 

He is decent than that. Plus Wendy is a bitch, not his type. 

I know Matt's type. 

The collected, responsible, sensible type and Wendy is the complete opposite of that. She is your typical impulsive bitch. 

So this is nothing but a very ugly prank and she sucks at it. 

I look at her and I almost gag. I knew there was a reason I didn't like her from the very first time I set my eyes on her. 

Her smile was so plastic. 

She's in a short dress that ends right where her thighs begin. It's black, and it clings to her artificial hips like a second skin. She's wearing a matching pair of strappy heels that should be too high for comfort, but surprisingly, she is strutting in them without a fucking struggle. 

She has her hands crossed on her chest and she is giving me the 'did you hear what I just said, bitch? I am fucking pregnant for Matt's look. 

And then I train my eyes towards Matt. 

He looks calm in a fucking intimidating way. 

His jaw is set, his face void of emotions but I catch a glimpse of emotion in his hazel green eyes, something between anger and shock. 

His eyebrows are shot up. Not in the 'Did she just say that?' manner, it's more of 'What the fuck have you just done, bitch? You know the shit you just said will cost you your life, right?' calm look.

I would be scared in Wendy's shoes. 

"What the fuck Wendy?" Jack asks her pulling her by the wrist. He is so fucking pissed. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" He attempts to pull her outside but she yanks her hand from his grip. 

"Come on, Jack." She smirks at him. "Your brother should be given a chance to choose between marrying his fiancé or being my baby daddy because something tells me that he can't have both." She smirks at me. "I don't think I would have a problem with that, but I can't say the same about her." 

I am oblivious of the whispers and the few people that have gathered around us ordering Jack to take Wendy away. And some are scolding Matt to say the truth. 

"Come on, Matty?" First, the way she just called him? "Tell your precious fiancé that we fucked a week before you went on one knee to propose to her?" Second, her tone. 

Third, she just called me his precious fiancé. 

Fuck! It didn't even cross my mind. If Wendy is one month pregnant then they had sex a few days before Matt proposed to me.

That's all it takes for me to snap out of my denial to a hopeful bride. 

I hope Wendy is lying, I want Matt to tell me that she is lying. I desperately want him to say that he didn't fuck her. 

"Babe, Jo..." He starts but I guess he suddenly can't find the words. 

"Tell me that she is lying, Matt!" I demand, looking him in the eye but the next thing he does crashes my soul. 

He swallows dryly and he blinks twice, something that he does only when he is about to lie. Yeah, six months is a long time and I fucking notice those small reactions. 

I blink rapidly when tears starts to well up. 

"Please let me..." He starts to say but I cut him in. 

"Ooh my God, she is not, is she?" I ask rhetorically, taking two involuntary steps back when he tries to grab my hand. "You slept with her and still went ahead to propose to me?" I feel so stupid as everything starts to make perfect sense in my head. 

A few days before he proposed I was in the office, I called him and guess who answered? 

Wendy. 

She had the fucking guts to answer Matt's phone. But I didn't suspect anything because I heard Jack talking from the other end.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Jo. Something tells me that you and I will be good friends." She told me this when Matt introduced me to her at our engagement party. I didn't get the hint yet she was so sarcastic. 

I excused myself to go to the washroom a few minutes later and she followed me, that's not the weird part. It got weird when Matt came to check on me a few minutes later saying that I had taken too long. 

That was so unlike him. He is not the clingy type so coming to check on me in the washroom was suspicious it's like he didn't want me to be alone with Wendy. 

"I can explain..." 

I don't let him finish the sentence. I pull the wedding band from my finger, and I hit him with it. 

Then I lift the train of my wedding gown into my hands and I run out of the hall, pushing Wendy to the floor on my way out and I cringe when the stench of alcohol hits my nostrils.

**♦**♦**♦**

_I am one month pregnant for Matthew Bryant._

Those eight words keep echoing in my head as I exit the building. It's like Wendy's voice is amplified a thousand times in my dazed mind. 

My nostrils are flaring. Both of my hands are clutching my train, lifting it all the way up lest I trip on it, and my heart is palpitating wildly. 

I have thousands of emotions surging through me.

I feel disappointed. I feel hurt. I feel heartbroken. I feel betrayed. 

And I am so fucking infuriated. 

How could Matt do this to me? I fucking trusted him. I thought he was different. Who would have thought that my loving fiance would have cheated on me with Wendy? 

"Jo? Joanna?!" I can hear people calling my name as I run past them, but their voices seem to be coming from a million miles away. 

I expertly dodge a few people who try to block my way, and I heave a sigh of relief when I finally get out of the hall. 

They are probably running after me but I don't even look back.

I have one mission right now. 

Get the fuck out of here and run as far away as I can from Matthew.

I need to get out of this fucked up hell before I kill a bitch. I don't wish to end up in prison for killing someone that really deserved it. 

Matt and Wendy. They both deserve a slow, painful death. 

How do you have sex with your younger brother's girlfriend? How do you even sleep with your boyfriend's elder brother? 

Gross! Super gross!

I don't have a destination in mind and I don't even have my car keys. Hell, I don't even know where my car is. 

I gave Kelly my key. I had no idea that I would need to use my car today. We were supposed to leave for our honeymoon right after the reception but that's obviously not going to happen. 

No reception, no honeymoon, no marriage. 

So I run to the freeway hoping to get a cab.

My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and by the time I realize that I am crossing the highway, it's too late. 

"There is an approaching car, Joanna!" Someone calls out and I whip my head to the left side. 

There is a speeding car approaching a few meters away and I don't think I stand a chance. 

I should take a few huge steps back on the next lane and at least die trying but I just stand there, stupefied. 

"Noo! Jo!" My sister wails and I cross my fingers, shutting my eyes tight, awaiting my death. 

If the driver won't make an Emergency stop that's it for me. 

**♦**♦**♦**

"Fuck! Are you hurt?" Someone asks a few minutes later. 

He is worried, tensed and he sounds unfamiliar.

I slowly force my eyes open and I see the driver of the black SUV that almost hit me hopping out of the car. 

Actually, I am standing less than a meter away, very uninjured without a single bruise and I have no fucking idea how I am alive. 

"Are you okay, did I hurt you?" He asks and I shake my head. 

"Please get me out of here!" I plead with him, taking a glance back and I see Matt attempting to cross the road but someone pulls him back saving him from another speeding car on the first lane. 

"Are you fucking okay!" The guy demands, tipping my chin and I look up at him. 

He stares at me for a long second and then he motions me to get in the car. I don't waste a second, I proceed to sit shotgun and I wait impatiently for him to get in and drive us away. 

"Buckle up!" He orders me and he starts the car just when Matt makes his last step to us.