Two Week Honeymoon (SAMPLE NOW ON AMAZON)

3 - Kinsley (EDITED)

I want to say I'm not nervous about exposing Tristan's secrets today, but I am. And as my mother does my hair, I have to keep reminding myself not to cry and to breathe.

Despite the evidence I have proving Tristan's unfaithfulness these past few months, I feel he'll still try to deny what he got himself caught in. And I'm more than sure he'll have a ton of excuses trying to justify what he'd been doing with Harvey and Miranda.

I'm also sure he'll be like all the other cheaters on this Earth by saying he's sorry, that he'll change, and that it'll never happen again. He already fooled me, and I won't let it happen again. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

He'll never be trusted again—at least by me.

Telling someone you love them when you don't respect them enough to be faithful and honest is disgusting.

Tristan cheating on me should be enough for him to know he cheated himself out of loyalty and respect—something he'll never get from me again.

"Are you ready to do this?" my mother asked as she lined my lips.

Yes and no.

"More than ready..." I emphasized, somewhat lying. I'm ready to do this to get it over with so I can get out of here and away from everyone for a little while. But I'm also not ready; I'm nervous about how this will all go down and what'll happen once I expose Tristan and Harvey. "Thank you for helping me with everything you did. It means a lot to me."

She smiled, but I could tell it was forced. I see it on her face; she's sad for me and bummed she won't have the grandchildren she's been wanting to have any time soon—the one big thing Tristan and I promised we'd give her after marrying.

"You're welcome," she said, brushing my cheek with blush. "I still can't get over what Tristan did. I really liked him."

I really liked him, too...

Actually, I loved him more than anything. He was my world and made it seem like I was his, too. So it's a slap in my face, knowing he could do this to me. And it hurts.

"Yeah, I know. Things happen when you least expect it. And this happening with Tristan only made me stronger." My comment made my mother smile—a real one. "I realized it's not the end of the world, that there's someone out there for me, one who'll love me and only me. I just need to find him. Once I do, I promise you, you'll get the grandchildren you've wanted."

She had a serious look in her eye when they gazed into mine. With her hands on my shoulders, holding me still, she demanded, "Make sure when you meet that man, he's nothing like Tristan—I want grandkids."

You don't have to worry. The next man I meet will be asked many questions, and the one thing I'll make sure of is that he wants children.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you'll get them," I promised, genuinely smiling.

My mom stepped back, and with a hint of a saddened smile as she eyed me, she said, "You look so beautiful."

"I'll be even more beautiful the day I marry the right man."

Tristan always called me his princess, and since the meaning behind princess means they're kind, loving, loyal, and faithful, that's the style of dress I made. That's the type of person I am, who I always will be, and one Tristan will lose forever.

"Knock, knock," my father said, opening the door. "Is it okay if I come in?"

"Of course, you can," I answered, rising to my feet. "Mom just finished with my make-up." I swayed my body from side to side, asking, "How do I look?"