I grudgingly open my eyes when Enzo stops the car thirty minutes later and I glance outside.
We are in the parking lots, outside a very grand and posh hotel. I can't read the name from here but I can tell it is a five-star hotel.
I glance at the rearview mirror and for the second time, I catch him staring at me but I am the one who looks away this time.
"How are you feeling?"
I can still feel his eyes on me and he sounds so very concerned about me. I guess pity is the word.
He pities me?
I pity myself too.
"Like a pile of trash." I give him an honest answer. "Ooh. And very furious."
Matt cheated on me but he still went ahead and proposed to me. That's so fucking infuriating.
He got Wendy pregnant and of all the days, she chose to announce it on the wedding day right in front of everyone. That's so humiliating.
And I don't know what I am supposed to feel about the fact that she objected the wedding way too late. It makes me want to hang her.
I wish she was a few minutes early, I wish she didn't wait for Matt and I to exchange the vows and the rings. Hell, we even signed the certificates.
Legally, I am Matt's wife. I will have to go through the entire process of divorce and something tells me that Matt won't make it easy for me.
My hands are aching to strangle both Wendy and Matt. I want to make them suffer like I am doing. I want to hear Matt groan in pain begging me to stop the infliction.
But I can't think of the best way to do it and I won't rest until he gets what he deserves.
He humiliated me, broke my heart apart, and wasted six months of my life.
"You look the part."
"Furious? Hell, I should."
He smirks at me.
"No, not that."
"Jeez! Thank you." I roll my eyes and he chuckles.
I carelessly get rid of the veil, messing my hair in the process and I toss it outside, through the window furiously. It is taking everything in me not to tear the gown apart too.
"Was that really necessary?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I wanted to burn it instead but that will take forever so I chose the easiest way."
I don't want anything that makes me sad or angry.
"At the moment you are furious but you will regret your actions when things get better between you and your asshole of a husband."
It took him a few minutes to conclude that Matt is a fucking asshole?
I wish I was him, maybe I wouldn't have stuck with the asshole for all those months.
"Some wounds never heal. And things will never get better between him and I, we are over."
Honestly, I don't think I will ever want to set eyes on Matt ever again.
I stare through the window absently, for a moment too long. And when I see a couple holding hands a few meters away, I automatically pity them.
One of them will end up with a broken heart. And I can bet anything that it would be the girl.
"I figured that you needed to be away from everyone at least for the weekend, so I brought you here." He glances outside. "I hope the serenity will do the trick. "
That is exactly what I need. To disappear and to never set eyes on Matt or Wendy ever again.
But I can't afford to stay here at the moment. I don't have my cards and my phone.
"I don't think I can afford to stay here even for a night..."
"Don't worry, everything is on me."
I heave a sigh of relief.
He steps out of the car and walks around to get the door for me but I hesitate.
"Why are you being so nice to me, it's suspicious," I ask, squinting my eyes at him and he cocks an eyebrow at me.
"You pleaded with me, remember?"
"You are excessively nice."
"Let's say I happened to have a good heart and you desperately needed help."
"You don't even know me."
"You don't have to know someone to help them." I can tell my paranoia is starting to annoy him. "Come on?"
"You don't even know my story."
"A furious bride running away from a stupid groom? That is definitely a sad story."
Yeah! A fucking sad story.
Ain't we supposed to fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after?
Or maybe our love story was just a modern fairy tale with no happy ending?
Enzo looks at me for a long minute and then he extends his hand to help me out of the car.
"You are a nice guy," I mumble once I step out.
I just don't know what else to tell him. He is so kind.
"You think?"
He bangs the door shut and he tightens his grip on my hand, and I hook the train around my other free arm as we walk towards the building.
The entrance is a few meters from the parking lots and he is clutching my hand as we walk in total silence
For some reasons I feel like no harm can get to me with Enzo by my side. I feel safe and very protected.
There are a few people at the waiting lounge, probably waiting to be served, but Enzo walks us directly to the reception, and that earns him a few groans from the rest, but he doesn't seem to give a shit.
"Hello." He says to the receptionist.
She is busy typing something on her computer but Enzo proceeds to place his cards on her desk anyway.
"I am sorry, but you will have to wait like the rest." The blonde girl says, looking up and when she sets her eyes on Enzo she swoons.
She stares at him for a long ass second and I clear my throat to break the awkwardness. She finally notices that there is someone standing with Enzo.
"Wow. Your gown is beautiful." She tells me, forcing a smile and I force a smile right back.
I know the gown is beautiful but her compliment sounded so fake.
"I want to book two rooms for the weekend," Enzo tells her impatiently.
She flashes him a sexy smile as she takes his cards from the desk and I roll my eyes.
She is too flirty!
"Congratulations on your wedding, I hope you enjoy your honeymoon." She tells us a few minutes later, and she hands the cards and two separate keys to Enzo.
"We are..." I start to say but Enzo beats me to it.
"Thank you." He is quick to say.
"Third floor, on the right right-wing, instructs us, Enzo to be specific.
I sigh in relief when we both get inside the elevator and I let go of the train. I just can't wait to get rid of this stupid gown. It is too suffocating and totally not worth it.
"We need to shop for a few dresses," Enzo tells me as he presses the button indicating the third floor and I lean back as the elevator plunges up.
"I can't go out in this stupid gown again," I say, stepping out, leading the way to the right-wing.
There are only two rooms in this wing, one that is next to the elevator and the other one is at the furthest corner.
"Advanced technology. We can shop online."
"It didn't even cross my mind," I say, stopping at the door.
"You can't take the first room." He tells me. "Someone will have to get to me first." And we proceed to walk further.
He opens the door for me and he steps aside to let me in.
I glance at Enzo for a fleeting second and my heart aches as I walk inside. This should be Matt, he should be the one getting doors for his bride. I should be excited about spending a few days with my husband.
"Go take a shower, it will help you relax." I smile at him for the very first time as I walk straight to the mirror.
I need to take one last glance because I will never wear a wedding gown ever again.
I look so pale, so messed up and so fucking broken. Nothing close to the beautiful girl that I saw in the mirror in the morning.
"You need help with that?" Ezo asks when he notices that I am struggling to loosen the straps of my dress.
"Please." He walks behind me and I take a sharp breath when he accidentally grazes his finger on my skin as he loosens my strap.
Under different circumstances, this would be so romantic. A man helping a girl loosen the straps of her wedding gown?
"You looked beautiful in this dress by the way." He tells me in a husky voice and when I look at the mirror, our eyes meet.
We stare at each other for a very long second and he blinks when I suck in an involuntary breath.
"I should go take a shower," I say, a nervous smile forming on my lips, and Enzo steps back without saying a single word.I hold my loosely strapped gown up, lest it falls as I walk to the bedroom and I swear I can feel Enzo's eyes drilling small holes on my back.I release a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding when I step in the room, closing the door behind me and I let my gown fall carelessly around my feet.I am in a white backless corset and a pink lacey garter belt lingerie that I had worn under my wedding dress.Ooh, and I am still in my six inches pair of heels.I did put on so much effort to look sexy for Matt but it was all for naughts.I just wasted my precious time to please an asshole that doesn't ev
It is not yet 8:00 pm but the place is almost packed.A few people are on the dance floor dancing to Camp Mulla's 'Party Don't Stop' but the majority are on the tables busy enjoying their drinks.There are a few empty tables but Enzo takes me straight to the bar and he pulls a barstool for me like the gentleman that he is.He proceeds to sit next to me and I roam my eyes around as he summons the barmaid."What is your favorite drink?" He asks, placing his car key and his phone on the counter.I don't even waste a beat. "Henny."I fucking love Hennessey!Matt introduced me to Henny on our very first date and I swear it was love at first shot.
CHAPTER 7My left arm goes automatically around Enzo the minute he lies on the bed next to me and he sucks in a deep breath.My hand moves on its own accord, fingertips brushing along the contours and the ridges of his well-sculpted chest, and I can feel the vibrant power emanating from the muscles beneath it.I pause my movement for a second to feel the throb of his heart and its beating furiously, at an insane speed.I slowly run my fingers down to his abbs and when I try to get into his pants he quickly holds my hand captive with a single hand and he brings it to rest on his chest.I try to pry from his tight grip but I end up wincing in pain.Dude is strong as fuck.I give up and I decide to use my tongue instead, he wi
He doesn't have the decency to ask if he can come inside. He just walks past me like he owns the entire place, leaving me at the doorstep.I feel the adrenaline surging through me and I am literally shaking with rage.My fists clenching and unclenching, so ready to punch something. My nostrils are flaring, my breaths rapid and my jaw is so set.I am trying really hard to bridle my temper right now and believe me, it is taking every ounce of myself control.I just want to pounce on his neck and choke the life out of him. I am so fucking tempted and I am afraid if I turn to look at him I won't have it in me to stop.Where in hell did he get the audacity to show up in my hotel room even after the pain that he has caused me?Not that it would have changed anything, but he should have at least given me time to heal.The wound is still fresh and so
"You will fucking pay for this, mother fucker!" Matt shouts, bumping the locked door from the outside.The sound of his voice makes me so sick and so disgusted."You should leave, sir." A guy I assume to be the bodyguard tells Matt politely."I will make you pay for humiliating me."Poor guy. He is such a wuss.I would never have the guts to face my wife if anyone humiliated me that way in her presence."I am so scared," Enzo says, not too loud and I chuckle."You should come with me!" The guy orders Matt."Don't you fucking touch me, I can find my way out." He shouts at him. "I am Matthew fucking Bryant and no one messes with a Bryant....." His voice drifts away and I heave a sigh of relief."So a Bryant is allowed to mess with anyone but not the other way round?"
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a transient minute, then I train my eyes to my raised legs.I am lying on the cold marble floor half-naked, my legs are elevated above the heart's level using a few throw pillows and nanny is kneeling beside me.What the hell happened?"Thank God you are awake. I was going to dial 911." She tells me, placing her right hand on my forehead to feel my body temperature like I am suddenly two. "You gave me quite a scare."And she looks every bit of it. Scared, appalled, and shell-shocked.I shut my eyes tight to try and remember anything, something...Enzo dropped me a few minutes ago, I walked in the house and nanny helped me with the shopping bag and then everything else blurs."What happened?"My voice is a hoarse weak whisper.I feel so confused and
"I can't lose them, dad," I sob, shaking my head continuously. "I can't lose anyone else, granny died last month, and I don't want them to die on me too." My voice is shaky, doleful and so frail.God! I feel so broken, so fucking low, so overwhelmed, and I am so desperate for a miracle at the moment."You are not going to lose them, no one is going to die, love." He says, squeezing me incredibly closer and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him so tight.It's been a pretty rough weekend for me and being enclosed in my dad's protective arms feels so good.This sense of security and love makes me feel so warm and safe.His embrace is my temporary haven."I am so broken, and if I lose mom or Kelly-""It is going to be fine, I assure you," Dad tells me and I smile despite everything.He is trying so har
“You have medical insurance for your car, right?” Dad asks hopefully.I exhale sharply and then I shake my head.I wouldn't be staring at this shitty paper in my hands so blankly, and the asshole wouldn't have paid the upfront since medical insurance covers everything.Okay, maybe not everything in such an expensive hospital but it would have covered at least half of the bill."Jo?" Dad calls, raising an eyebrow at me.“I haven't paid my monthly premium for the last three months, dad,” I say, raking my fingers through my hair and then I swallow dryly.If only I had let Matt help me clear my granny's hospital bill last month, I wouldn't be in such a fix right now.But I am independent as fuck and I really hate it when a man thinks that he can control me just because he is helping me with my bills.Matt struck me as that kind of a per