Contractual Romance
On the day we got married, he was in a lip lock with a woman that I could not recognize and from the angle and quality of the picture, this was obviously captured by a paparazzi.
I locked the screen of my phone and marched out of the bathroom and moved around the house in my bathrobe, full of angry air. I looked around, hoping to find Anthony but he wasn’t anywhere in the suite. I needed answers from him. I needed to know why he was doing this to himself, to our contract and to me, most importantly. We had an agreement, and he took it as a joke. It was even more heart wrenching when he acted as if nothing had happened when he had been busy making kissy faces with one of his flings.
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