CHAPTER 4

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 proposed to me. That's so fucking infuriating. 

He got Wendy pregnant and of all the days, she chose to announce it on the wedding day right in front of everyone. That's so humiliating. 

And I don't know what I am supposed to feel about the fact that she objected the wedding way too late. It makes me want to hang her. 

I wish she was a few minutes early, I wish she didn't wait for Matt and I to exchange the vows and the rings. Hell, we even signed the certificates. 

Legally, I am Matt's wife. I will have to go through the entire process of divorce and something tells me that Matt won't make it easy for me. 

My hands are aching to strangle both Wendy and Matt. I want to make them suffer like I am doing. I want to hear Matt groan in pain begging me to stop the infliction. 

But I can't think of the best way to do it and I won't rest until he gets what he deserves. 

He humiliated me, broke my heart apart, and wasted six months of my life. 

"You look the part." 

"Furious? Hell, I should." 

He smirks at me. 

"No, not that."

"Jeez! Thank you." I roll my eyes and he chuckles. 

I carelessly get rid of the veil, messing my hair in the process and I toss it outside, through the window furiously. It is taking everything in me not to tear the gown apart too. 

"Was that really necessary?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. 

"I wanted to burn it instead but that will take forever so I chose the easiest way." 

I don't want anything that makes me sad or angry. 

"At the moment you are furious but you will regret your actions when things get better between you and your asshole of a husband." 

It took him a few minutes to conclude that Matt is a fucking asshole?

I wish I was him, maybe I wouldn't have stuck with the asshole for all those months.

"Some wounds never heal. And things will never get better between him and I, we are over." 

Honestly, I don't think I will ever want to set eyes on Matt ever again.

I stare through the window absently, for a moment too long. And when I see a couple holding hands a few meters away, I automatically pity them.

One of them will end up with a broken heart. And I can bet anything that it would be the girl. 

"I figured that you needed to be away from everyone at least for the weekend, so I brought you here." He glances outside. "I hope the serenity will do the trick. " 

That is exactly what I need. To disappear and to never set eyes on Matt or Wendy ever again. 

But I can't afford to stay here at the moment. I don't have my cards and my phone. 

"I don't think I can afford to stay here even for a night..." 

"Don't worry, everything is on me." 

I heave a sigh of relief. 

He steps out of the car and walks around to get the door for me but I hesitate. 

"Why are you being so nice to me, it's suspicious," I ask, squinting my eyes at him and he cocks an eyebrow at me. 

"You pleaded with me, remember?" 

"You are excessively nice."

"Let's say I happened to have a good heart and you desperately needed help." 

"You don't even know me." 

"You don't have to know someone to help them." I can tell my paranoia is starting to annoy him. "Come on?" 

"You don't even know my story."

"A furious bride running away from a stupid groom? That is definitely a sad story." 

Yeah! A fucking sad story. 

Ain't we supposed to fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after? 

Or maybe our love story was just a modern fairy tale with no happy ending? 

Enzo looks at me for a long minute and then he extends his hand to help me out of the car. 

"You are a nice guy," I mumble once I step out. 

I just don't know what else to tell him. He is so kind. 

"You think?" 

He bangs the door shut and he tightens his grip on my hand, and I hook the train around my other free arm as we walk towards the building. 

The entrance is a few meters from the parking lots and he is clutching my hand as we walk in total silence

For some reasons I feel like no harm can get to me with Enzo by my side. I feel safe and very protected. 

There are a few people at the waiting lounge, probably waiting to be served, but Enzo walks us directly to the reception, and that earns him a few groans from the rest, but he doesn't seem to give a shit. 

"Hello." He says to the receptionist. 

She is busy typing something on her computer but Enzo proceeds to place his cards on her desk anyway. 

"I am sorry, but you will have to wait like the rest." The blonde girl says, looking up and when she sets her eyes on Enzo she swoons. 

She stares at him for a long ass second and I clear my throat to break the awkwardness. She finally notices that there is someone standing with Enzo. 

"Wow. Your gown is beautiful." She tells me, forcing a smile and I force a smile right back. 

I know the gown is beautiful but her compliment sounded so fake. 

"I want to book two rooms for the weekend," Enzo tells her impatiently. 

She flashes him a sexy smile as she takes his cards from the desk and I roll my eyes. 

She is too flirty! 

"Congratulations on your wedding, I hope you enjoy your honeymoon." She tells us a few minutes later, and she hands the cards and two separate keys to Enzo. 

"We are..." I start to say but Enzo beats me to it. 

"Thank you." He is quick to say. 

"Third floor, on the right right-wing, instructs us, Enzo to be specific. 

I sigh in relief when we both get inside the elevator and I let go of the train. I just can't wait to get rid of this stupid gown. It is too suffocating and totally not worth it. 

"We need to shop for a few dresses," Enzo tells me as he presses the button indicating the third floor and I lean back as the elevator plunges up. 

"I can't go out in this stupid gown again," I say, stepping out, leading the way to the right-wing. 

There are only two rooms in this wing, one that is next to the elevator and the other one is at the furthest corner. 

"Advanced technology. We can shop online." 

"It didn't even cross my mind," I say, stopping at the door. 

"You can't take the first room." He tells me. "Someone will have to get to me first." And we proceed to walk further. 

He opens the door for me and he steps aside to let me in. 

I glance at Enzo for a fleeting second and my heart aches as I walk inside. This should be Matt, he should be the one getting doors for his bride. I should be excited about spending a few days with my husband. 

"Go take a shower, it will help you relax." I smile at him for the very first time as I walk straight to the mirror. 

I need to take one last glance because I will never wear a wedding gown ever again. 

I look so pale, so messed up and so fucking broken. Nothing close to the beautiful girl that I saw in the mirror in the morning. 

"You need help with that?" Ezo asks when he notices that I am struggling to loosen the straps of my dress. 

"Please." He walks behind me and I take a sharp breath when he accidentally grazes his finger on my skin as he loosens my strap. 

Under different circumstances, this would be so romantic. A man helping a girl loosen the straps of her wedding gown? 

"You looked beautiful in this dress by the way." He tells me in a husky voice and when I look at the mirror, our eyes meet. 

We stare at each other for a very long second and he blinks when I suck in an involuntary breath.