Dear Ex, I Got Married To Your Brother

CHAPTER 1

                     Ximena's POV

Ximena Branson!

That was my name, but it felt weird, maybe not really weird but right now seeing it on the list of Models walking on the Paris fashion week, it didn't feel like my name.

How? I had worked tirelessly, night and day getting here.

Why? As a model for the most part of my life, this was the perfect cherry topping on my modeling career.

"Girl! That's your name, you got in, this is huge." Madison said throwing her arms around my body.

I didn't move, my eyes were still on the paper, it was finally happening, I was finally getting the life I wanted.

"Girl congratulations, we really need to drink to this." She said nudging me, she must have noticed my mood.

"You think this real?" I asked giving her the letter they had sent.

"Come on, I know you're shock but this is real, should I pinch you?" She asked.

"Yes." I replied, looking at her as tears streamed down my face.

She pinched my arm and I winced in pain, it was real, I was really going to model for a big brand on the Paris fashion week.

I wrapped my arms around Madison, she patted my hair as I cried on her shoulder it was a major breakthrough for me.

We both left the modeling agency some minutes later, as we walked side by side, she kept looking at me like she had something to say.

"Come on spill." I said, I might have known Madison for barely a month, but I already knew when she had something to say and was considering doing so.

I met her at the first week of rehearsal in the modeling agency we were both in, she was a new intake.

Even though I didn't do well with friendships, it was easy to talk to her, she was willing to learn and I loved her passion, it reminded me of myself when I started.

"I don't know if it's in my place to tell or if I'm doing the right thing by doing so."

I stopped to look at her "Come on girl, spill, you're Making me anxious."

She looked around to be sure no one was listening and then shifted closer to me "well, a friend of mine works at the La Parm hotel and he told me something and I think it's supposed to be a secret."

I looked at her confused "if it's supposed to be a secret, why are you telling me then?" I asked.

"Well, it's about you and I don't think telling you might be the right thing to do."

"Why is that?"

"Because like I said, it's supposed to be a secret, a surprise at that."

"Girl, do I need to give you my Gucci boots before you tell me what's happening?" 

"Uhmm, considering the fact that my eyes have been on it for the longest time, it might just be a good bargain."

"Okay, I'll have it delivered at your place, tell me already."

"It's your boyfriend, my friend said he paid for the hall and had people decorate it earlier, I think he's going to propose."

I froze.

Dean Hansen was proposing? My boyfriend was proposing.

I was thinking of going home to surprise him but he had a bigger surprise in store for me, how did I get this lucky?

"See how you're blushing, I'm glad I didn't tell you about the car gift too." She said hitting my arm. " I've said too much already and my ride is already here, see you next time and congrats again." She said hugging me.

"Thank you." I watched as she entered the car.

I walked to mine and drove all the way to his house, we both had something to tell each other.

                         ~•~

He wasn't in his house when I got there, I had tried calling him severally but his number wasn't going through.

I had so much to tell him and I couldn't wait for the moment when he'll kneel to ask me the big question.

Dean had been my boyfriend since we were kids, we had watched each other grow and chase our seperate business, he was one of the biggest CEO in town and I was his pretty model girlfriend, our aesthetics was the envy of town.

Reason I didn't find it weird fantasizing about this day for the longest time.

9PM 

I looked up at the clock, he wasn't still back, I had been waiting for hours, I picked up my phone to check his location.

La palms! He was already at the location, why hasn't he called or said anything? 

I was torn between going there and waiting for his call, the former wouldn't be a good idea but the latter would cost me so much time and I was already anxious.

I dropped my phone and took off my heels, with my head resting on the couch, I slowly drifted off to sleep but it was immediately interrupted by the ringing of my phone, my heart began racing.

"It could him." I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone in excitement.

I was disappointed when I checked the caller and it was Madison.

"Hey girl, what's up?" I said trying to mask my disappointment.

"Have you seen it?"

"Seen what?" I Asked.

She paused for some seconds before before she replied.

"It's your boyfriend, it's all over the internet,the proposal was for someone else, he proposed to–"

I didn't let her finish as I ended the call and swiped to my I*******m, it was the first thing I saw.

It was my boyfriend, on his knees professing love to another woman, the clips was on every page.

I reached for my Keys and dashed out of the house barefooted, this wasn't happening, not my Dean, it has to be a dream.

My heart was slamming hard against my chest as I drove all the way to the hotel, trying my best to fight back tears.

"Calm down Ximena, it's just a click bait, Dean loves you, he can't do this to you." I kept muttering as I ran all the way to the hall.

It was a place I knew too well, I had done a modeling gig here in my early days.

I kept walking, not Minding the weird look I was getting, they were not my problem, I needed to get my man.

Camille Laurent!

She was the first person I saw, her face was turned to me as she hugged him, he was wearing the shirt I had gotten him on valentine's day.

The press started flashing their cameras at me immediately they noticed me, our relationship had not been a secret.

I walked towards them, dishevelled, tears streaming down my face with every step I took. 

He had left me for the same model he judged everytime we lay down in bed, he had told me he hated her but this was the same woman he was throwing out relationship for, I felt used, I felt stupid, my heart was in shambles.

"Ximena, what are you doing here?" He asked turning to look at me, he was unrecognizable, his eyes were burning with hatred.

This was the same man I had spent the most part of my life with.

"Dean, what is happening?" I asked moving close to him. I needed to touch him, to make sure this was just a bad dream.

He took several steps back before I could reach him.

"I'm sorry, I should have said something but I couldn't tell you, I didn't know the perfect time to and I'm really sorry you found out about things like this but you have to leave now." He said wrapping his arms around her waist.

He was shielding her from me.

"You want me to go?" I asked in shock.

"Ximena, please this is not the right time or place, don't create a scene here, just leave."

I couldn't believe it, it wasn't a dream after all, I needed to leave, he was throwing everything out, he didn't want me anymore, he picked her over everything we had shared.

Run! Run! That was the only thing I could hear inside my head, I turned around and crashed into the fountain of glasses of wine In front of me, breaking the glasses and spilling the drinks on myself.

Everyone turned to look at me, the cameras kept flashing at me, blinding my eyes and making it hard to find my way as I tried standing up embarrassment.

"Ximena, what do you have to say about your boyfriend leaving you?"

"Ximena, a minute, what is the state of your relationship with Dean now?"

"Did you guys have issues before now?"

More cameras, more lights, the sound, my head was throbbing, I couldn't breath, even the air was mad at me, I felt hot, the hall felt tight but not compare

d to my chest, I was floating, it was choking me, I felt sick, I needed to throw up. 

My eyes became blurry, everything went silent and pitch dark.