Tempted By My Jilted Groom

Wendy's POV“Oh, look how pretty my lovely daughter is!,” Mother said the moment she entered the room. A small smile appeared on my face as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.“Take a look at my baby in her wedding gown,” Mother came closer to me as she hugged me from behind. She stared at me through the mirror, she could see it in my eyes, and no matter how I tried to conceal it, it wasn't working. She sighed and turned me over to face her, “Wendy, I know you are nervous but do not worry. We are your parents, we know what's best for you. You may not see it now, but you will see it later on, trust me” A smile spread on her lips as she spoke to me. I forced out a smile at her. She didn't need to say anymore as I nodded my head. “Do not worry. I would make sure your father and I visit you now and then, alright?” Again, I nodded my head without saying a word. What can I say?“Do you need anything? Should I call the servants?” She asked, squinting her eyes at me. I bowed my head

Wendy's POV Heartbroken isn't the only word to use in this situation. I felt useless, stupid, afraid, crushed, beaten emotionally, and downcast, I felt hatred, a bitter, deep feeling of hatred. I hated everything around me, I hated everyone around me. Not knowing what else to do, I had to run to a park nearby. The place was empty and calm, there I fell on my knees and burst into tears. “Ahh!” I screamed in pain and agony. I have never been this fooled before. Why didn't I see it before? How come I didn't notice it? I have always seen Aaron to be the best man there can ever be in the world. I trusted him with my life, if I had not caught him red-handed, I wouldn't have believed him even if a friend had told me. A sick feeling erupted from my stomach, before I could understand myself, I began to puke right there in the field. I threw up whatever was left in my stomach. I hated the feeling, the feeling I was feeling inside me. I wasn't this horrible when I was told I would be gettin

Wendy's POV. May and I stepped into our class as she kept talking about the new hot professor. This girl had practically gone to search for him on the net. I don't understand May's problem. She just cannot stop talking about him and I was so shocked when she came to wake me up this morning for school. May was always the sluggish one. I shook my head knowing that the only reason she was so excited to come to school was because of the new professor in school. And just as I had reasoned, she hasn't stopped talking about him since we left the house. "We have his third-period class. He teaches mathematics and I heard he is very good. I spent most of the time last night revising mathematics in case he asks questions," Okay, I hate math. This is just to prove that l and this professor might not work well together. It happened with all the math teachers I had had in my lifetime. Math is a subject I wish to delete from human history. "Have seen him," a girl said excitedly, jumping up li

Wendy's POV. "What were you guys conversing about yesterday?" May asked for the umpteenth time that day but as usual, I chose to ignore her. I can't even think straight right now and the reason for my chaos was the reason for her happiness.I've never seen May so excited about anything, not even a family bucket of MC Donald. I wish I could talk to her about my fears but I can't. May was the only friend who helped me without thinking of the consequences, however, there are things she lacks. "C'mon girl, you've got to tell me what happened between you guys yesterday, I couldn't sleep because of it, tell me already, I'm dying to know, please. The whole class asked me about it today but I could not say anything and you know how I hate being clueless, just fucking tell me so we'll all have a good laugh!" She insisted and I rolled my eyes.As we neared the cafeteria, the aroma of the food wafted through my nose and my mouth began to salivate. I've not eaten something edible since yesterday

Wendy's POV. The race down the stairs was fast, tiring, and yet a futile one because I knew there was no way I'd make it to class before him. He's using the fucking elevator, how am I supposed to make it to the fourth floor before him, it was at this time I wish princesses have real princess power, I know I'm dethroned but I can still have my powers, right? My shoes made a squeaking sound as I ran down, my heart was racing and thudding loudly in my chest, my throat felt dry and my mouth was having this odd taste I can not even explain, sweats covered my body but I had no time to even clean it. I'm such an empathy case right now. As I took the last step down, I nearly slipped and due to my battle for stability, I had a sprain in my ankle and despite the discomfort I felt, I could not allow it to penetrate me nor did I allow myself the liberty to feel pain. People were staring at me as I half ran and leaped towards my department but I didn't care. If I get a bad grade, I'll not be q