Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Drunk: Done Crying! 

~Sara Pov~

It had been three days since I arrived at the resort, three days of sun, sea, and solitude. The Maldives was just as beautiful as I had imagined, the water so clear you could see the coral beneath, the sand soft and warm beneath your feet.

But no matter how stunning the surroundings were, no matter how much I tried to relax, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering back to him.

David’s face haunted me, his cold heartless words playing on repeat in my head.

“Why did he say that?” This question had been on my mind. 

Even now, walking along the beach, the memory of those words made my chest ache. I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. I’d spent too many tears on him already. I was here to heal, to move on, and I wasn’t going to let him ruin this trip for me.

The waves lapped gently at my feet as I walked along the shoreline, the salty breeze tugging at my hair. The resort was alive with the sound of laughter and music, the holiday spirit in full swing. Families splashed in the water, children building sandcastles, couples walking hand in hand.

Everywhere I looked, there was happiness.

I wanted to feel it, too, I really want to be happy, but how? 

I took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill my lungs, and focused on the moment—the sound of the waves, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the beauty of the ocean stretching out before me.

For a while, it worked.

But then, like a shadow creeping in, the memories returned. The humiliation, the betrayal, the wedding invitation in Emma’s hand.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

How could he move on so quickly? How could he replace me like I meant nothing?

My steps slowed as I reached a quieter part of the beach, far from the main resort. Here, the sand was untouched, the only sound was the gentle crash of the waves.

It was peaceful, serene. For the first time in days, I felt my shoulders relax.

But as I walked further, I noticed something in the distance—a canopy of lights in between palm trees, laughter and music drifting on the breeze.

Curious, I moved closer, my bare feet sinking into the soft sand.

It was a wedding.

I stopped a few feet away, careful not to intrude. The area was beautifully decorated, with white chairs arranged in neat rows and a floral arch overlooking the ocean. Guests mingled under the canopy, their voices filled with excitement.

I smiled faintly, my heart aching as I watched. Weddings always reminded me of love, of hope, of the dreams i once had for my own future. But its was all ruined.

I signed softly at my thought, then I saw The bride walked past, her white dress trailing behind her as she laughed at something one of her bridesmaids said.

I turned to leave, not wanting to disturb the celebration. But as I glanced at the banner near the entrance, my blood ran cold.

David Parker & Emma Lane

The names stared back at me like a slap to the face.

“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. My legs felt rooted to the ground as I stared at the words, my mind refusing to process what I was seeing.

It couldn’t be.

But then I saw him.

David stood under the arch, looking every bit the groom in his tailored suit. Emma was by his side, her hand resting possessively on his arm, her face glowing with joy.

I stumbled back, my breath catching in my throat. My chest felt like it was being crushed, the air leaving my lungs in a painful rush, I felt like I was going crazy at that moment.

This wasn’t happening, right? All this-Everything, its all a lie right?!

I clutched my stomach, nausea rolling through me. I had come here to heal, to escape, and instead, I had walked straight into the worst kind of nightmare.

I turned and ran, the sound of their laughter chasing me as I fled down the beach. My vision blurred with tears, the image of David and Emma burned into my mind.

I didn’t stop running until I reached the resort bar.

The lights were dim, the soft hum of music filling the space as guests lay around on the plush chairs. I didn’t care who saw me, didn’t care how I looked.

I slid onto a stool and caught the bartender’s eye.

“What can I get you?” he asked, his voice cheerful.

I didn't bother looking at him, “Whiskey,” I said, my voice raw. “Straight.”

He hesitated for a moment, glancing at my tear-streaked face, but nodded and poured the liquid into a glass.

I grabbed it and drank, the alcohol burning my throat and settling heavily in my stomach.

For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the glass in my hand.

How could he do this to me? How could he destroy me so completely and then walk away like it was nothing?

My fingers tightened around the glass, my chest heaving as the emotions surged.

“Another,” I said, sliding the glass back toward the bartender. 

He raised an eyebrow but refilled it without a word.

I downed the second glass just as quickly, the warmth spreading through me, dulling the edges of the pain.

The memories came rushing back, sharper now, more vivid.

I saw David’s face when he told me I wasn’t enough. I heard Emma’s laughter, her cruel words cutting me down.

My eyes turned red with anger as I slammed the glass onto the counter. “You bastards,” I muttered under my breath.

The bartender glanced at me but said nothing.

I ignored the looks I was getting and ordered another drink, then another, the more I drank, the more I felt the alcohol blurring the world around me.

The night was warm when I stumbled out of the bar. I made my way to the beach, my bare feet sinking into the cool sand. The waves crashed softly against the shore, their rhythm steady and soothing.

I dropped onto the sand, my legs folding beneath me as I stared out at the water.

“Haaahh!” My scream came out painfully. 

The tears came hard and fast, my sobs echoing into the night. I cried for the love I thought I had, for the life I thought I was building, for the betrayal that had left me shattered.

I cried for my baby, for the child growing inside me who would never know its father.

I pressed my hand to my stomach, my fingers trembling. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

The moon hung high above me, its light reflecting off the water. I tilted my head back, staring at the endless expanse of sky.

My eyes became determined, “This is the last time,” I said, my voice barely audible. Then louder, and stronger,

“This is the Last time I will cry for you!” 

“You Bastard! You Bitch!” 

The words echoed into the night, carrying my anger, my pain, my resolve.

Then I stood unsteadily, my legs weak beneath me,

but I didn’t care. I was done.

I was done crying for David. Done letting him ruin me.

This was the start of something new.