Chapter Three

KELVIN’S POV

Rebecca lay naked and sprawled across my bed. “Your girlfriend seemed pissed,” she said, voice dripping with mockery.

“And now she knows you were with me.”

“It was about time, I mean—I’d expected she would find out about us a long time ago.”

“Tessa’s just too trusting for her own good.”

“Isn’t she adorable?” Rebecca cooed.

I chuckled.

Rebecca had stopped by my place last night, and one thing led to another... and ‘this’ happened. I couldn’t deny it—last night had been wild.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door burst open. My father stormed in, my mother right on his heels. They both stopped to stare at Rebecca. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why I wasn’t at my own wedding.

Rebecca was nothing like Tessa. She wouldn’t make me wait for sex.

If Tessa hadn’t kept denying me, perhaps I wouldn’t have to seek satisfaction elsewhere.

“I should leave,” Rebecca said, getting up and pulling the bedsheet with her. She grabbed her clothes and hurried out.

“So, this is what you do on your own wedding day?” My father's voice booms. “I thought I raised you better.”

"Come on, at least Rebecca’s a fitness model—not some broke waitress with baggage,” I shot back.

“You should’ve thought about that long before now. You left that poor girl standing there, humiliated, in front of everyone who came to see your damn wedding!”

I had never seen my father so angry.

“I’m a grown man, capable of making my own decisions, Father.”

“Clearly, that isn’t the case.”

“What changed?” I asked him. “You never really liked Tessa in the first place—why are you now playing on her side?”

“There are no sides!” my father snapped. “You proposed to her. If you weren’t ready for a wedding, you shouldn’t have gone ahead with it! Changing your mind on the wedding day? That’s not just rude, it’s downright disrespectful to the young lady and to our family’s name and I will not stand for that.”

“Maybe Kelvin is right.” Mom said, walking up to me. “I mean, we were both against the marriage—and the relationship in general. The girl has no future, and let’s not forget the drug addicted slut she calls a mother. Tessa might have the looks of an angel, but the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree, and I’m glad our son realized that before it became too late.”  

Father didn’t spare a glance at Mom. It was true that they had both been against the marriage, they didn’t think someone like me, a well-paid accountant, would ever stoop so low as to marry a waitress, but I guess at some point, they’d just gone along with it—that’s what I’d thought. But clearly, my mother had never truly accepted the idea of her son marrying the daughter of a drug addict.

“You’ve made a mistake, son. Now it’s up to you to fix it.”

“Fine. I’ll work it out,” I said, not missing the scowl on my mother’s face as they both left my room.

I knew without a doubt that Tessa would come crawling back. That’s what desperation does to people.

Just then, I received a text from Rebecca:

‘Same time, tomorrow night?’

I replied, ‘I’ll be waiting.’