"What?" Some people ask in utter shock while others just gasp in disbelief.
But I just stand there...numb.
This is a fucking joke!
Wendy is his brother's girlfriend and there's no way Matt had sex with her, she can't be pregnant with his child.
No fucking way.
I mean, Matt is the most faithful guy I know and this can't be true. He couldn't have slept with his brother's girlfriend.
He is decent than that. Plus Wendy is a bitch, not his type.
I know Matt's type.
The collected, responsible, sensible type and Wendy is the complete opposite of that. She is your typical impulsive bitch.
So this is nothing but a very ugly prank and she sucks at it.
I look at her and I almost gag. I knew there was a reason I didn't like her from the very first time I set my eyes on her.
Her smile was so plastic.
She's in a short dress that ends right where her thighs begin. It's black, and it clings to her artificial hips like a second skin. She's wearing a matching pair of strappy heels that should be too high for comfort, but surprisingly, she is strutting in them without a fucking struggle.
She has her hands crossed on her chest and she is giving me the 'did you hear what I just said, bitch? I am fucking pregnant for Matt's look.
And then I train my eyes towards Matt.
He looks calm in a fucking intimidating way.
His jaw is set, his face void of emotions but I catch a glimpse of emotion in his hazel green eyes, something between anger and shock.
His eyebrows are shot up. Not in the 'Did she just say that?' manner, it's more of 'What the fuck have you just done, bitch? You know the shit you just said will cost you your life, right?' calm look.
I would be scared in Wendy's shoes.
"What the fuck Wendy?" Jack asks her pulling her by the wrist. He is so fucking pissed. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" He attempts to pull her outside but she yanks her hand from his grip.
"Come on, Jack." She smirks at him. "Your brother should be given a chance to choose between marrying his fiancé or being my baby daddy because something tells me that he can't have both." She smirks at me. "I don't think I would have a problem with that, but I can't say the same about her."
I am oblivious of the whispers and the few people that have gathered around us ordering Jack to take Wendy away. And some are scolding Matt to say the truth.
"Come on, Matty?" First, the way she just called him? "Tell your precious fiancé that we fucked a week before you went on one knee to propose to her?" Second, her tone.
Third, she just called me his precious fiancé.
Fuck! It didn't even cross my mind. If Wendy is one month pregnant then they had sex a few days before Matt proposed to me.
That's all it takes for me to snap out of my denial to a hopeful bride.
I hope Wendy is lying, I want Matt to tell me that she is lying. I desperately want him to say that he didn't fuck her.
"Babe, Jo..." He starts but I guess he suddenly can't find the words.
"Tell me that she is lying, Matt!" I demand, looking him in the eye but the next thing he does crashes my soul.
He swallows dryly and he blinks twice, something that he does only when he is about to lie. Yeah, six months is a long time and I fucking notice those small reactions.
I blink rapidly when tears starts to well up.
"Please let me..." He starts to say but I cut him in.
"Ooh my God, she is not, is she?" I ask rhetorically, taking two involuntary steps back when he tries to grab my hand. "You slept with her and still went ahead to propose to me?" I feel so stupid as everything starts to make perfect sense in my head.
A few days before he proposed I was in the office, I called him and guess who answered?
Wendy.
She had the fucking guts to answer Matt's phone. But I didn't suspect anything because I heard Jack talking from the other end.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Jo. Something tells me that you and I will be good friends." She told me this when Matt introduced me to her at our engagement party. I didn't get the hint yet she was so sarcastic.
I excused myself to go to the washroom a few minutes later and she followed me, that's not the weird part. It got weird when Matt came to check on me a few minutes later saying that I had taken too long.
That was so unlike him. He is not the clingy type so coming to check on me in the washroom was suspicious it's like he didn't want me to be alone with Wendy.
"I can explain..."
I don't let him finish the sentence. I pull the wedding band from my finger, and I hit him with it.
Then I lift the train of my wedding gown into my hands and I run out of the hall, pushing Wendy to the floor on my way out and I cringe when the stench of alcohol hits my nostrils.
**♦**♦**♦**
_I am one month pregnant for Matthew Bryant._
Those eight words keep echoing in my head as I exit the building. It's like Wendy's voice is amplified a thousand times in my dazed mind.
My nostrils are flaring. Both of my hands are clutching my train, lifting it all the way up lest I trip on it, and my heart is palpitating wildly.
I have thousands of emotions surging through me.
I feel disappointed. I feel hurt. I feel heartbroken. I feel betrayed.
And I am so fucking infuriated.
How could Matt do this to me? I fucking trusted him. I thought he was different. Who would have thought that my loving fiance would have cheated on me with Wendy?
"Jo? Joanna?!" I can hear people calling my name as I run past them, but their voices seem to be coming from a million miles away.
I expertly dodge a few people who try to block my way, and I heave a sigh of relief when I finally get out of the hall.
They are probably running after me but I don't even look back.
I have one mission right now.
Get the fuck out of here and run as far away as I can from Matthew.
I need to get out of this fucked up hell before I kill a bitch. I don't wish to end up in prison for killing someone that really deserved it.
Matt and Wendy. They both deserve a slow, painful death.
How do you have sex with your younger brother's girlfriend? How do you even sleep with your boyfriend's elder brother?
Gross! Super gross!
I don't have a destination in mind and I don't even have my car keys. Hell, I don't even know where my car is.
I gave Kelly my key. I had no idea that I would need to use my car today. We were supposed to leave for our honeymoon right after the reception but that's obviously not going to happen.
No reception, no honeymoon, no marriage.
So I run to the freeway hoping to get a cab.
My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and by the time I realize that I am crossing the highway, it's too late.
"There is an approaching car, Joanna!" Someone calls out and I whip my head to the left side.
There is a speeding car approaching a few meters away and I don't think I stand a chance.
I should take a few huge steps back on the next lane and at least die trying but I just stand there, stupefied.
"Noo! Jo!" My sister wails and I cross my fingers, shutting my eyes tight, awaiting my death.
If the driver won't make an Emergency stop that's it for me.
**♦**♦**♦**
"Fuck! Are you hurt?" Someone asks a few minutes later.
He is worried, tensed and he sounds unfamiliar.
I slowly force my eyes open and I see the driver of the black SUV that almost hit me hopping out of the car.
Actually, I am standing less than a meter away, very uninjured without a single bruise and I have no fucking idea how I am alive.
"Are you okay, did I hurt you?" He asks and I shake my head.
"Please get me out of here!" I plead with him, taking a glance back and I see Matt attempting to cross the road but someone pulls him back saving him from another speeding car on the first lane.
"Are you fucking okay!" The guy demands, tipping my chin and I look up at him.
He stares at me for a long second and then he motions me to get in the car. I don't waste a second, I proceed to sit shotgun and I wait impatiently for him to get in and drive us away.
"Buckle up!" He orders me and he starts the car just when Matt makes his last step to us.
I tense when Matt stops right in front of the car. He's always been impulsive, so I'm sure he'd rather die than have some strange guy drive off with me.I turn to look at the stranger, noting that his hands are so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles are turning white. His jaw is set, and his eyes are half narrowed at hubby dearest.He seems to be thoroughly pissed, and I have no idea why.I mean, he doesn't even know who I am."He's not going to move." I manage to mumble despite the guttural ache in my throat.He cocks an eyebrow."Wanna bet?""Um-"He cuts me off."Don't. You'll lose."Then he opens the door and steps out.Matt squares his shoulders as he looks at the new guy up and down. He seems to be set to attack him, and I hold my
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 propos
"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