The fake wedding

Feeling Trapped

3 years later...

Charlotte's p.o.v

"Mrs. Cameron dinner is ready." I looked at Marisol, and gave her a small smile as a thank you. I moved off the bed of my room, rafe has gone to work I heard him leave this morning. Even after three years we sleep in different rooms, because he feels so disgusted by me. Well at least that's what I think, which is most likely true.

He's even colder to me after these long three years of being married. I didn't expect us to fall in love, but at least be friends. We fake it every holiday, and get together. I only leave the house for my jobs, which I now call my 'hobbies'.
Though every time I speak to him, he gives me a disgusting look and a rude response.

I walked down stairs, and Marisol put the food in front of me with a glass of wine. It was late and after this, I had a plan of sitting in my room, and watching movies with a bottle of vodka. My life felt like it was on a broken record, which made me feel completely miserable.

It was like I was living in a hell I couldn't get out of. I heard the front door open, and I guessed it was a delivery. "Thank you Marisol." I froze that voice I knew too well, that voice made my blood boil, rafe sat across from me and Marisol put food in front of him.

I ate my food, not daring to make eye contact with him. I just wanted to finish my food, and not spend another day being bothered by him.

"We have things to do next week." I guess my act of the perfect loving wife is in need again. "For what?" "My parents anniversary this year they want the family to stay at a resort for a type of 2 week romantic trip." I gripped the fork trying my hardest not to say anything, mainly trying not to shove this fork so far down the side of his neck.

Too far?

"Cool." "I kind of need a favor from you though." I kept eating and not looking at him, waiting for him to say something. What other favors could I do, that I haven't already done?

"I need you to wear a fake belly." I stopped, and looked up at him to see if he was actually serious. "You're kidding right?" "I'm tired of hearing the same question of kids." I laughed at him and wanted to rip his throat out, preferably with the fork I'm still gripping.

"You are sick." I spat dropping my fork. "I'm still speaking to you!" "Oh you're speaking to me and you're not sick to your stomach? I'm surprised you re not throwing up just breathing the same air as me." He was silent, I scoffed going up to my room. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I felt trapped in this hell.

And I wanted out.

"Oh isn't Italy beautiful." Rose said, once we got to the huge Vila she rented for the 2 weeks. I looked around and was lost for words, "Oh you twos room is up stairs to the left." Rafe moved past me, and walked up there. I grabbed my bags and gazed at the beautiful room we were

"I'll sleep on the couch." I mumbled, realizing what the situation has to be. "That wouldn't look good to my family, you can sleep on the bed with me." I didn't make eye contact with him, just laid my bags down nicely. "Surprised you're not repulsed by the idea." I muttered, there was a knock and I opened it being filled with joy seeing who it was.

"JJ!" I engulfed him in a hug, happy to see him.
We've gotten pretty close over the years, it's like he's my best friend.

"I'm so happy you're here." I mumbled to him, rafe cleared his throat and I moved off JJ. "Good to see you and the Mrs." JJ just smiled at rafe they weren't too close, not only could I tell, I knew as a fact.

"I'm so excited to show you the town, we've been here so much and I wanna show you around." JJ turned his attention to me, and I felt happier than I've felt in years. "Oh that would be great!"