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Prologue
Taurus
Meeting someone who can love you without even noticing is special. Greyson and I’s engagement party is in full swing. Everything is perfect, Greyson is not much of a designer, so I did most of the planning.
“I can’t wait to be married to you,” Greyson whispers in my ear.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. “I cannot wait to be your wife. I love you and I can’t wait to call you ‘my husband’.”
Greyson looks amazing in his suit, his honey-brown eyes are still dreamy no matter how many times I glance at them.
“I am going to get some food and talk to some guests before they realize we are anti-social.” He jokes.
I laugh into my hand, “Okay, go mingle.” I shoo.
I go to a nearby bathroom to freshen up. Greyson’s friend let us use his beautiful estate for the engagement party, which was extremely sweet of him. This home is ridiculously beautiful.
As I look in the mirror, I see a woman who is finally going to have something amazing happen in her life. I am going to be a wife, designer, and if we are lucky next year, a mother. I am wearing an elegant, over-the-shoulder, cream dress, which hugs my curves in all the right places.
When I enter back into the party, I cannot seem to find Greyson anywhere. I ask a couple of people and they have not seen him. “Maybe he went in the guest room,” I say aloud to myself.
I start skipping down the hall to the guest room and as I go to open the door, I hear voices.
“You couldn’t wait till after the party, could you? Fuck, I am going to miss this.” I hear my fiancé’s voice from a bedroom. I hear a female’s laughter fill the dark room.
“Don’t worry my daughter is too occupied by this party she probably hasn’t even noticed that you came up here. I will never get tired of this dick.” She purrs.
No.
She wouldn’t.
No…she would.
The trembles make their way throughout my body with revulsion. My mother is fucking my fiancé at our engagement party. This isn’t happening this isnothappening. I’m tired. I’m so tired of her. I’m tired of the excuses I made for her, the lies I told people so she would look like a good mother. For a long time, I felt…stressed. It was strange I always worried about her, but she never worried about me. For a long time, I made excuses for her behavior because she was a young mother, but how long can you keep making excuses for someone?
The music is playing, and I walk up to the singer and ask for the microphone. “Hello everyone. I am so sorry to cut the party short, but my mother and fiancé are fucking upstairs. So, I think we should wrap it up.” I give the microphone back to the singer and walk out of the building.
My hair was frizzing out from the humidity outside. “Great, now I look like Mufasa, and my life is crumbling.”
A burst of laughter echoes nearby, “I wouldn’t say Mufasa, but you would have killed it in the ’80s.” His voice is raspy, not in a scratching annoying way, a smooth crisp voice.
I look up to see a man with dark-brown hair, pushed back with small strands framing his face, almond-shaped chestnut brown eyes. He must be from Greyson’s side of the wedding party, but I’ve never met him before. Who is this guy?
“Yeah, well I’m sure you heard the announcement. Seriously, what the fuck…” I look down at my engagement ring. “Most women would give the ring back, honestly, I should pawn it. Then again, no amount of money will buy back my time and feelings. He told me this was his grandmother’s, so I’ll make sure to give it back.”
“That is not my mother’s ring. She was never married.” He snorts. “My mother never got my grandparent’s blessing to marry so she never did.”
My head almost breaks when I look back at the man. His mother? This man is Greyson’s father? He told me his parents died. What have the last three years of my life been?! “You’re his father?” I interrogate.
He looks at me confused, “Yes, I apologize that I was late to the party.I havebeen living in China to help my mother and father settle in; theydo notwant to move back to the states. Then Greyson neglected to tell me he was getting married. This was a last-minute trip. But I bought a new house here to be closer to him, good timing sincehe willneed a new place to live.”
This mandoes notlook much older than me. Greyson must look like his mother because he looks nothing like his father. Greyson is attractive, but this man carried himself well. He had grace and maturity in the way he stood and spoke.
“Taurus!” I can hear Greyson calling my name. This idiotcannotbe serious. “Baby! Where are you?!” A frantic Greyson spots me and runs over to me. He looks over at his father with wide eyes. “Dad, you’re alive?”
I scoff, “You can’t be serious.”
The audacity of a man is limitless.
