"Crest!" I called like his name was fresh air, "Welcome to my fiancé's house. " I turned back to my goofy nature. It was a default of happiness. Did he come to save me?
"Thank you," he said and chuckled. "Come and sit beside me," he invited, and I was beside him in no time
"You're two-timing, you know that," he said, staring at me intensely; I knew he was talking about our date
"I know you know Shawn kidnapped me," I said, and he chuckled. "Please take me out of this hell hole," I begged
"I will if you do something."
"What?" I asked
"Sign these papers," he said, whipping out a few papers stapled together, and I glanced at the heading; it read Matrimony, I frowned, and I asked again like a fool
"What?!" ...
I watched him kiss his mistress.
There were a lot of things Lorenzo did that broke my heart, but this has crossed the line. His soft touch on her cheeks, his hand snaking her waist, his warm smile, and that look of love in his eyes. Those things he never did to me.
But what else can I do? I'm also here in my penthouse with a man pleasuring my night. He would gently touch my body, claim me over and over again, give warmth in this cold night, but I couldn't look at this man with love in my eyes.
My husband is in love, but not with me.
I want him, but he wants someone else.
I watched the divorce papers he sent me. A sinister smile crept to my lips. He wants a happy ending with his mistress?
"You're stuck with me, Lorenzo." I watched as the divorce papers burnt to ashes.
Like they said, in sickness and in health. For better or... worse.