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𝐼𝑉𝐼𝐸'𝑆 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘧𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 .ᐟ ⚲ 𝖢𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖲 𝖯𝖠𝖫𝖠𝖢𝖤, 𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗩𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗦
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The only thing I could feel right now was the hot Las Vegas sun shining through the curtains onto my face, and it definitely didn't feel right. But could I complain? No. Trying to turn out of the position I was currently lying in, I suddenly felt an arm tighten around my waist.
My mind raced as I tried to recall the events of the previous night. Flashes of neon lights, laughter, loud music, an altar and a wedding flickered in my memory. I needed to piece together what had happened, but first, I had to figure out who was lying next to me.
Gently, I lifted the stranger's arm and turned to see who it was. My eyes widened in surprise. It was Max. But that wasn't the only thing I noticed. My eyes slowly drifted to the huge rock comfortably sitting on my ring finger, then to Max's own finger, which bore a silver wedding band.
Suddenly, I started to feel uncomfortable in my current position, as if the air around me was being cut off. Oh no, this is bad—really bad, I thought to myself. Turning my head, my eyes shifted all over the suite. The room was a mess, with clothes and empty bottles scattered everywhere, hinting at a wild night.
One thing I was sure about was that I had to get out of there as fast as possible. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my phone and purse from the nightstand, and picked up my heels from the floor. As I quietly made my way out of the suite, I decided to check my phone. I was met with a barrage of notifications: 45 missed calls from my father, 20 from my cousin Isha, 15 from my mum, 10 from my best friends Cj and Mae, and over 200 messages from various people, including multiple from my father.
I quickly pulled on the hoodie I found lying on the couch and stepped into the hallway, softly closing the door behind me. My mind was racing as I made my way down the hallway toward my room. What the actual fuck happened last night? And how am I now married to Max, the father of our six-year-old daughter and my ex-boyfriend?
