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Such a little shit.
It was so confusing. If he didn’t want to be with me, why go through all the effort of meeting me at the end of the aisle? It didn’t make any sense.
As much as it hurt to be humiliated and betrayed like that, I was surprised at the slight relief I felt in the midst of my heartbreak. I was also somewhat aware of the fact that he had probably cheated on me before, and would have probably cheated on me again if I hadn't caught him. At least I got away early, I tried to tell myself.
As I chewed, I pondered how married we technically were at this point. Technically, we had said ‘I do’, done the rings, exchanged vows, and signed the fancy paper in front of all of our closest friends and family. So that meant I was technically married already… sort of. Did it count if we hadn't sent the marriage certificate in? Did I have to get things annulled?
I groaned. Of course, in the midst of the biggest heartbreak of my life, there was work to be done. It was nothing new, and it was ironic, really. And after the cost of the wedding, I was immediately going to have to figure out how to pay for an annulment, or divorce, or whatever the hell I was supposed to do. All of it was such a waste. A waste of money and time. Maybe there was a way to make this go away without more money. Or maybe I would make Jack pay for it. It was the least he could do.
I grabbed a handful of fresh berries off the breakfast platter and padded into the bathroom and turned the water off. I shoved the berries into my mouth, and slipped my robe off, and then another flash of anger split through me as I stared at my body in the mirror. My curves were wrapped in the soft blue lace I had specially planned to wear under my wedding dress so that when Jack unwrapped his honeymoon gift, I’d be an instant turn on. His new bride in ‘something blue’.
After suddenly saying he wanted to wait until after the wedding to sleep together again, I realized why. It was because he was sleeping with other people. We had slept together through the entirety of our dating relationship, and then shortly after we had gotten engaged, he wanted to wait until the wedding to be together. It was so premeditated; it made me sick.
I peeled my panties off angrily and threw them in the trash can under the sink. Before stepping into the tub, I stared at my naked body in the full-length mirror. I looked good; I had worked really hard for this body, and it was a waste. It didn't even matter; it wasn't enough. I wasn’t enough. I felt hot shame bolt through my body as I wondered why he had done it. Why had he humiliated me in the most degrading way possible?
I stepped into the tub and slid into the bubbling hot water, and began to cry. With the exception of the taxi ride to the hotel yesterday, this was the first time I had finally been able to just let it all out. As the water seared my skin, I broke. Giant, shoulder shaking sobs poured out of me one after another as they melted into the steam, the humiliation melting right alongside with it. I cried until my face hurt and my eyes were swollen, letting the anger fade for a moment and letting the sadness come to the surface and consume me in its entirety.
Finally, when the water was cold, and I was too dehydrated to squeeze out another tear, I climbed out of the tub and slipped back into the cozy hotel robe. I leaned on the sink and looked at myself sadly before splashing cold water on my face in an effort to reduce the puffiness somewhat. I patted my face dry and then suddenly wondered what time it was.
I checked the time and realized I’d have to hurry if I wanted to catch the shuttle in time to get over to the airport. I quickly ran a comb through my wet hair and dug through my giant suitcases, ignoring all the lingerie I had packed, and grabbed a giant hoodie and sweatpants.
Even though I was headed to Hawaii to enjoy my honeymoon alone, I didn’t want to be too cold on the plane. My body felt weak and tired from the exhaustion, and I just wanted to be cozied up. I pulled the hood up over my wet hair and felt cocooned safely inside. I smiled in the mirror at myself in my giant pink sweatsuit, covered in tiny yellow smiley faces. The bright color made me happy, and so did staring at a ton of smiley faces. So that was something.
I stuffed a slice of bacon into my mouth before briskly making my way down to the lobby with my two giant bags and greeted the morning receptionist.
“Hi, good morning. Where do I go for the airport shuttle?” I asked.
“Ms. Easton?” She inquired.
“Yes, that's me.” I replied cheesily, swinging my arm, and then immediately regretted it. My attempt at not seeming depressed was a little over the top.
She smiled warmly at me. “Mr. West has arranged for his private driver to escort you to the airport.”
“Oh, that’s really not necessary. He’s already been more than generous enough.” I was determined not to take advantage of his generosity.
A deep voice startled me from behind. “Mr. West insists.”
3
ADDISON
I whirled aroundto see a clean cut muscular man in a suit taking my bags. “I’m Michael. You may call me Mike if you’d like. I’m Mr. West’s driver and I’ll be seeing you to the airport.”
I hurried after him. He wasn't particularly tall, but he certainly had long strides. “That’s really ok, seriously I don’t mind taking the shuttle.” I called after him, trying to catch up.
“Mr. West insists.” He called back.
Mr. West insists.
I shook my head, almost feeling a little irritated. “Well, Iinsist.” I said stubbornly.
Michael walked out to a sleek black SUV and opened the back door for me.
“Mr. West is not the type of man you argue with. I suggest you let me do my job. You wouldn’t want to get me in trouble, would you?” He winked at me.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I was breaking the cardinal rule of not getting into a stranger's car. At least this was a luxury car, and not a white van with no windows, and Damian had seemed nice enough.
Michael stood in front of me holding the door open. I stared at him for a long moment before I shook my head and climbed in. Michael closed the door behind me, and then loaded my bags into the trunk before getting in the driver's seat.
