MR. WRONG (SAMPLE)

CHAPTER 4

I grudgingly open my eyes when Enzo stops the car thirty minutes later and I glance outside. 

We are in the parking lots, outside a very grand and posh hotel. I can't read the name from here but I can tell it is a five-star hotel.

I glance at the rearview mirror and for the second time, I catch him staring at me but I am the one who looks away this time. 

"How are you feeling?" 

I can still feel his eyes on me and he sounds so very concerned about me. I guess pity is the word. 

He pities me? 

I pity myself too. 

"Like a pile of trash." I give him an honest answer. "Ooh. And very furious." 

Matt cheated on me but he still went ahead and proposed to me. That's so fucking infuriating. 

He got Wendy pregnant and of all the days, she chose to announce it on the wedding day right in front of everyone. That's so humiliating. 

And I don't know what I am supposed to feel about the fact that she objected the wedding way too late. It makes me want to hang her. 

I wish she was a few minutes early, I wish she didn't wait for Matt and I to exchange the vows and the rings. Hell, we even signed the certificates. 

Legally, I am Matt's wife. I will have to go through the entire process of divorce and something tells me that Matt won't make it easy for me. 

My hands are aching to strangle both Wendy and Matt. I want to make them suffer like I am doing. I want to hear Matt groan in pain begging me to stop the infliction. 

But I can't think of the best way to do it and I won't rest until he gets what he deserves. 

He humiliated me, broke my heart apart, and wasted six months of my life. 

"You look the part." 

"Furious? Hell, I should." 

He smirks at me. 

"No, not that."

"Jeez! Thank you." I roll my eyes and he chuckles. 

I carelessly get rid of the veil, messing my hair in the process and I toss it outside, through the window furiously. It is taking everything in me not to tear the gown apart too.