CHAPTER 3

I tense when Matt stops right in front of the car. He's always been impulsive, so I'm sure he'd rather die than have some strange guy drive off with me. 

I turn to look at the stranger, noting that his hands are so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles are turning white. His jaw is set, and his eyes are half narrowed at hubby dearest. 

He seems to be thoroughly pissed, and I have no idea why. 

I mean, he doesn't even know who I am. 

"He's not going to move." I  manage to mumble despite the guttural ache in my throat. 

He cocks an eyebrow. 

"Wanna bet?" 

"Um-"

He cuts me off.

"Don't. You'll lose."

Then he opens the door and steps out. 

Matt squares his shoulders as he looks at the new guy up and down. He seems to be set to attack him, and I hold my breath, hoping that there won't be a big scene than the one we've already caused. 

I wince when Matt swings his fist. I almost close my eyes as I anticipate it to land on the new guy's face, but he grabs the wayward arm at the very last second. 

He raises an eyebrow at Matt, then he twists his fucking hand. 

My heart pounds. 

Hell yeah!!

"Let me go, asshole!" Matt hisses. "And leave my wife the fuck alone!" 

He tries to yank his hand out of his grip and the guy looks at him, the raised eyebrow still perfectly in place daring him to do it if he is strong enough. 

"The name is Enzo, and if you ever swing at me again, that will be the last time you'll brag about having hands." He smirks at him. "Now step away from the road, and go sulk elsewhere." And he let go of Matt's hand, pushing him out of the road. 

"Who do you think you are? You can't just show up here and take my wife."

The audacity! 

He has it in him to refer me as his wife? 

"Can't I? Step away. I don't mind hurting you, but I'm not sure your wife shares the same sentiments. Plus, I'm sure you don't want me to humiliate you in her presence."

"I want to talk to her!" 

"She couldn't have pleaded with me to get her out of here if she wanted to talk." 

Matt turns to look at me, defeated. And I almost forget the ache in my heart when he steps away. 

Looks like the son of a bitch finally met his match. 

Enzo walks back into the car and bangs the door behind him. He glances at my distressed face, then he shakes his head before he pulls smoothly into the road. 

I lie back and close my eyes. 

I want to forget everything. I want to forget that Matt cheated on me with Wendy. I want to forget that she is actually pregnant for him but it is so fucking hard because her words keep echoing in my head. 

And I think I am gonna lose it. I feel like every part of my body is aching and there is nothing I can do about it. 

I wish I can just turn it off even if it's for a single day. I just want to go through today without the pain, the aches. 

My head is aching terribly and I can feel it spinning. 

And I have a heartache that won't go away. Like someone just stabbed my heart with a dagger, it feels like a blade is been twisted inside my broken heart. 

I am bleeding, and I have thousands of emotions surging through me. 

I feel like a thousand bricks are falling all around me, crushing me, suffocating me, killing me.

I'm a mess. 

And I have Matt to thank for that. 

At the moment am not sure what I feel, but I loathe him. I hate Matt with every fiber in me. That son of satan cheated on me. 

He fucking cheated on me with Wendy. I mean, Wendy of all the people. 

I feel insulted. 

And the fact that he slept with her a few days before he proposed disgusts me. 

I loved him. I fucking loved him and I was utterly happy the night he proposed to me. God knows I didn't sleep that night, literally. 

I didn't even blink before I said yes, I had no idea that I was making a fool out of myself. That my dearest boyfriend had already decided the fate for the both of us. 

To be honest, I don't understand why he cheated on me. Our sex life was good, our relationship was so sweet. 

Or at least that's what I thought. 

I finally had the grand wedding that I have always wanted but it didn't end as I anticipated. 

I should be holding hands with my husband right now, but instead, I am in a stranger's car going only God knows where. 

I should be dancing and celebrating with my friends and family but thanks to Matt it ain't going to happen. 

I should be flaunting my wedding ring but I don't have it anymore. 

I thought this would be the best day of my life but it's officially the worst day of my life. 

I hate Matthew Bryant and I curse the day that I met him. 

***

"Talking helps lighten the burden." 

Enzo's deep voice snaps me back from my trance and I take a sharp intake of breath. 

"I don't think I am ready to talk." 

My voice is hoarse and I sound so broken.

I am broken. 

"Okay, what do you want to do? Thinking about him will only break you." 

I slowly open my eyes and I catch him staring at me through the rearview mirror but he takes his eyes back to the road almost immediately. 

"Kill the bitch and frame Matt for it." 

I don't even have to think twice. I desperately want them gone. 

"Whoa. That's murder and you can get a death penalty." He says dramatically, faking a shocked expression. 

"I am aware, and you totally missed out on the last part." I have an evil smirk on my face. "Plus I watched how to get away with murder a few weeks ago." 

"That is not an option at the moment. Anything else you want to do?" 

"Drink, cry, shout!" 

I want to get drunk and tell the fucking world that I fucking hate Matthew fucking Bryant.

"I don't have a cold drink at the moment but this should suffice." 

He hands me a bottle of distilled water and I shake my head.

No fucking way! 

"I meant something alcoholic not some holy water." He smiles at me. 

"I know exactly what you want but water will help you relax." 

"No thanks." 

He tosses the bottle of water on my laps anyway and he prods me to take a gulp. 

"Slow down, will you? It will be so sad if you die on your wedding day." He warns as I empty the bottle of water in a minute. 

"There, it didn't work," I say, tossing the empty bottle on his laps. 

"I guess this will." 

I heave a sigh of relief when he rolls the windows down and I savor the feeling of the cold breeze hitting my face. I shut my eyes and l lean back.

Just what I needed.

"So?" He asks me.

"So?" I ask rudely, and he raises a single eyebrow at me.

"You realize that you are in a strangers car, right?" He asks, raising his eyebrow incredibly higher. "I would be polite if I were you." He adds as he turns to the left.

And it suddenly hit me. 

I don't know him, and I don't know where he is taking me.