Ship of Broken Hearts

Prologue

I sipped from my goblet and let the alcohol do its thing. I heaved after the alcohol hit the sweet spot. My hair's being swayed by the gust of wind. It's afternoon but I can't feel the heat because of the wind.

I stared at the vast body of water in front of me. The sound of the wave's mixing with the subtle sound of the cruise ship's machine. I can feel the humidity of the air.

The peaceful sound of the waves are soothing my ears. I closed my eyes and breathe deeply. I can feel all my body's muscle relaxed because of this ambiance.

As I opened my eyes, tears started forming and blurring my vision. I hastily drank all the alcohol remaining on my goblet. I wiped off the drips of alcohol on my lips and sighed. I just let my tears have its way down my cheeks.

I can clearly remember why, and how did I end up traveling in this grand cruise ship. A ship full of nobility.

I sneered. I can't even handle thinking about the reason why I was sent here. It makes me wanna puke.

Oh, right. I wasn't sent here. I put myself on where I am right now. This is want I want. I want to escape my shameful reality.

They say wedding day is one of the most happy and significant memory for ladies. It's supposed to be unforgettable.

Well, it is indeed unforgettable in my case. But it was not a happy and significant memory for me. I was supposed to get married. But my pussy groom messed up everything.

Imagine seeing your guy in an empty and dark hallway kissing another girl on the day of your own wedding? It's far more worst than I thought.

After I saw that scandalous scenario, I left the wedding venue. Medias are all over the place that time. They expect our wedding to be the most majestic wedding of the year, but it turns out to be the worst. They saw me escaping from my wedding day. Of course, after seeing enough of that bullshit, any bride would do so. I mean, who wouldn't? But I know, media's gossiping about it and making bullshit theories.

Only my beloved parents knew what happened that day after I explained everything to them. I told them not to spread any informations about my wedding controversy. It might not only damage my image as a person but also my father's for he is an influential man in our society, but I know that this is the right thing to do so for now.

Days after my scandalous wedding day, I told my father about my planned retreat and he gladly gave me permission to leave. As he was also protecting his image from the public, it's also an advantage for him that I'm far away from the public for now. He'll try to clear my name in subtle way as possible.

By this time, I already know that my name's leading the newspaper's headlines.

'Tatiana Tatum stood up her groom, Marc Pilaez on their wedding day.'

'Tatiana Tatum, Governor Tatum's daughter escaped on her wedding day?'

'Controversial Wedding of the Year; Tatiana Tatum cheated on her soon to be husband Marc Pilaez.'

I just shook my head in dismay. Life's so fucked up. The supposedly victims are being targeted. Life's unfair but that makes it fair.

I was supposed to pour another cupful of alcohol unto my goblet until I realized that I just finished another bottle of alcohol. The table in front of me contains 6 empty large alcohol bottles. My vision's blurry not just because of the tears, but also because of dizziness.

"More..." I mumbled as I rested my head on the table.

I remained like that for about a minute until I decided to go and rest on my cabin. I struggled on my way back to my cabin because of the alcohol. Luckily no one is around the cruise's lounge by this time so I can screw around as much as I want. I almost gag on the cruise's carpet after a big wave approached us.