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Prologue

“Bradley Miller!” I shrieked, gaining everyone's attention. And by everyone that includes his so-called friends and his posse which consisted of a good amount of brainless, narcissistic, and A-class b*ches.“You and I were over.” I declared with all the dignity I could muster. Suddenly a maddening laugh left his mouth as he looked at me mockingly.“I know you, Elle. Soon you'll come begging me to take you back.” He boasted, a smug look on his face.As I shoved the door open I could still hear their hushed whispers that follow.“That’s Bradley’s girlfriend? Yuck! He could do better than that piece of rag.” Snickers“Can’t blame him for looking for another. The girl was a complete definition of trash.” Sneers

I. Caught

“Since you’re moving in with me soon, I’ll let you decide which one you like on me the most.” Came a familiar nasally voice in front of me.I hastily ducked my head beside the rack of lingerie I was browsing. I should have worn a disguise before coming here. It was my first time in a lingerie shop and the thought of stumbling into someone I know is mortifying in my book especially with my wedding coming in two weeks. I’ll be Mrs. Bradley Miller in two weeks. My cheeks grew hot thinking of the new things I wanted to try on our wedding night. I shouldn’t have let Arya bully me into coming here. Or perhaps I should have insisted that we came together. Now I’m stuck, debating if I should come out from hiding, hold my head high or retreat slowly and silently out of the shop.“Surprise me, babe.” A sudden chill runs through me. The masculine voice sounded like Brad. No, it can’t be. Br

II. Betrayal

I had never been dumped before given Brad was my first boyfriend. And ever since the day we had been together, I had this vision in my head that we’re going to grow old together.Cheesy, I know.Guess when you trust someone too much, you tend to think of those things to the point that you unconsciously let that person rule your world. And I admit, through the years we've been together I became too dependent on him.Though our relationship was not rainbows and unicorns it never crossed my mind that this day would come. And that hurt more than he knows.My pinky finger suddenly twitched as I stared at them so perfect together. It might be my insecurities talking but as I look at Brad, protectively standing beside Stella, he would no doubt make a perfect husband and a father. And if I just have half the guts other women who caught their man cheating have, the mal

III. Heartbreak

“She’s pregnant with his baby.” Everything becomes too much after Arya found me face-to-face with Stella and Brad inside the store, and as every sane person would do, I bolted out, with Arya hit on my heels. At that moment I just wanted to escape and pretend that everything was just a big messed up nightmare. “My Brad’s baby.” A new wave of loud sobs wrenched my feeble body, shaking it to the point that I can no longer feel it. “Why! Why, Arya!” I wipe the tears after blowing the snot, blocking my airways, “All I want is to be happy with him. Am I not enough? He should have told me so I could give him more,” I wailed, clutching my chest in an attempt to ease the impervious ache I felt. “Let that be a lesson, Love. It’s never good to put the key to our happiness into someone’s pocket. We should—I mean, people change all the time, Elle.” “I know but it hasn’t crossed my mind that he’s goi

IV. The Invite

It had been two days, and I’m not done crying over him. Yes, I cried. And for the past two days, all I did aside from crying was stupidly scan and stare at our photos when we’re still together and reminisce the past that most likely out of my reach. A pathetic way of passing the time, I guess.I know I should’ve tried to crawl out from my room, eat, maybe took a shower, and made peace with the reality that we’re done. But the stupid, still hoping part of me still thinks that he’ll come back to me and have our happily ever after in the end. Again, a pathetic way of passing the time.Eight years. I can’t believe I wasted eight years of my life pining for someone I thought could give me love and stability. For eight years I stupidly gave my trust and loyalty to him, investing my time in our relationship.All my life all I wanted was someone to see me. The

V. Wish

“Fine! You stay and I’ll go.” I was about to maneuver around her but was stopped by her strong gripped on my wrist, pulling me to face her.“Then what?!” She exploded, throwing her hands up in the air before pointing to my bed.“I cannot let you crawl back onto that stinking bed and cry for my as*hole brother, Elle,” Breathing in deeply, she then continued, “Can’t you see?!” She growled, stomping indignantly, “You deserve better, Elle. A whole lot better than my brother.”“I’m tired, Anna.” I pleaded in a soft voice, tired and pleading.Though I had been in mine and Brad's apartment for two days without leaving, well it's actually mine since I'm the one paying it for the last three years after we got our degrees. I felt drained physically and mentally.“When was the last time you eat?” I shrugged my shoulders looking away from her.“Okay, you need to eat Elle. Now, go

VI. Humiliation

There are moments in the past that all I wanted to do was run, to escape, and never look back. But I held on. I had Brad with me. And besides the young and naïve part of me always thought that he’s more than enough reason for me to stay. I won’t deny that at an early stage of our relationship I become too dependent on him that I thought I couldn't live without him in my life. Those days were over now. Brad left me without any warning or explanation. But the thing was, it’s more than that, and though it’s not as complicated as people around me thought it would be, the destruction of his leaving wrecked me apart. My confidence level hit the bottom level while my insecurity level reached its peak.What he did to me is more painful than being abandoned and left behind. It’s the thought that despite everything we’ve been through together I am still not worth an explanation.Now, while looking at the man I was supposed t

VII. Wedding Night

Twelve hours later after a lot of wandering around and revisiting the places Brad and I used to visit, you know for old times sake, I ended up in front of the club Arya and my bridesmaids set my bachelorette party at. Luckily the two bouncers at the entrance already knew me so they let me pass through without any hitch. “You're hot,” I slurred, looking at the guy sitting next to me. He's not even drinking, he's just staring ahead.“And you're drunk, darling.” I tilt my head to the side, and the whole club spin out of control that I almost fell from my seat. Lucky, the hot guy caught my shoulder as I lean dangerously close to the floor.Good job tequila.I gripped his arm tightly as I blink my eyes. “Me? Drunk? Nonononono.” He suddenly swept me off from the stool on the bar, carrying me to the comfortable-looking couch on the second floor where the music doesn't hit so hard on my eardrums. We're on the VIP

VIII. Married

When I awoke, the sun was already peaking on the horizon. I lazily stretched out on the softness of the bed, face pointed toward the luxury hanging on the ceiling with a look of utter contentment on my face. I smiled to myself as the warm feeling and contentment settled within me. I’m lucky I’m not one of those people who got an ugly hungover after drinking too much. I know it’s way better than I deserve after that binge drinking. Though I think it was life’s gift for me. And, I regret nothing. Now that I think about it, it’s a long way coming. After I went into a coma for alcohol poisoning and lost my memory on the same night. I never drink anymore least look at the whole aisle of them in a grocery store. And Brad leaving me put it perfectly into an occasion to get wasted. Hello, freedom. A voice in my head purred. I smiled despite the fact it’s Brad and Stella’s wedding in a week,

IX. Mrs. Knight

It's been an hour since I discovered the gigantic cut of diamond sitting on my ring finger and I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I may or may not got married the previous night. It was the first time I got drunk after seven years. The first time I let myself crumble, yet here I am making a mess again. But this was not like going into a coma for alcohol poisoning all over again. This might be bigger than the mess I made seven years ago.“Damn, what did I get myself into?” I murmured just as my stomach rumbled in complaint having not eaten since the day before.Arya, bless her soul had gone down to get us breakfast so I was left with my thoughts. I love Arya to pieces but there are times, such as this that I rather be alone than seeing her patronizing smile.I was deep in my thoughts, twisting and turning the ring on my finger when an annoyingly consistent knocking pulled me back to real

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