Chapter 7

• Merry
• “How could they be so mean?”
• I let out and drank more from the bottle. I knew I should stop drinking but the more I thought of how miserable my life was and how unloved I have been all my life. I just couldn’t stop. I dropped the bottle, staggered to the room, and got out my phone. I lay on the bed and dialed Alex’s number.
• “Pick up.”
• I slushed and waited. Just when I thought he wouldn't pick up, I heard the voice that used to turn me on and bring so much joy to me but it didn’t do any of those things this time.
• “How could you? Alex? How could you?”
• I mumbled.
• “Merry? Are you drunk? Have you gotten back to the apartment or do I need to call a cab?”
• Oh, now he was acting caring.
• “Fuck you. Alex. For everything you did to me today. you will regret it. I promise you>”
• I yelled at him.
• “You are definitely drunk. Where are you right now? I should call a designated driver for you for old-time sake.”
• He offered. I let out a loud laugh.
• “I told you that I don’t need you, Alex. Do you know who lost between the both of us? It was you. You may not believe it now but you will see. I promise that you will come back to me begging on your knees. Do you think I am too old to get signed now? Watch me become a global superstar. Watch me become bigger than you are. Much bigger than you will ever be.”
• I fired at him. I had no backing or anything right now. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. I just felt the need to say those things to him. He mocked me. I heard his laugh of mockery and heard a female voice in the background. The call must have been on loudspeaker because even the female voice laughed.
• As he had said earlier, he already replaced me.
• “You are with someone.”
• I let out. it wasn’t a question.
• “I told you not to be surprised.”
• “Yeah, I am not surprised.”
• I answered. I didn’t even feel hurt. Maybe the alcohol already started numbing my ability to feel anything.
• “Seriously though, where are you? I can send my driver to take you to your apartment.”
• “No thank you. I am safe. Goodbye. Alex. Even though it won’t be for long because you will soon come begging.”
• I said and hung up to his laugh. I threw my phone away and closed my eyes. I felt empty and numb.
• “He will regret it. he will regret causing me so much pain.”
• I slushed to myself and for some reason, I believed it.
• I opened my eyes when I heard a doorbell ring. I was immediately hit by a banging headache that got me closing my eyes again. I tried to reduce the ache in my head by gently massaging it but that didn’t help and the doorbell continued ringing. I squeezed my eyes closed tight, hoping that whoever was at my door so early in the morning would take a hit and get the hell out.
• I slowly opened my eyes when they kept ringing the bell nonstop and hissed when the light in the room got in my eyes. Then I realized something. I wasn’t in my bed. I knew my bed enough to know this wasn’t it.
• I jumped out of the bed and yelled in pain when I felt aches in my stomach.
• “What the fuck happened and where the fuck am I?”
• I questioned myself and looked around the unfamiliar room while trying to calm the pain in my head and stomach. No, this wasn’t just any room. It looked like a whole royal apartment. I looked around again and then I started to remember everything that happened yesterday and how I ended up in this place.
• “Oh fuck! That wasn’t a dream!”
• I let out when I fully remembered. And then I covered my face in shame when I remembered I called that bastard last night, wanting to hear his reason for ditching me. then everything dawned on me.
• Not only did Alex ditch me yesterday, but I also married a man I didn’t know and found out that Evans had lied about my inheritance, and now instead of having money and assets. I now had a shitload of debts.
• “My life is over.”
• I lamented and sat heavily on the bed. my whole body hurt but my heart hurt the most. I couldn’t just get over what had happened yesterday in one day. Heck, I barely had time to process the whole thing.
• “I drank too much.”
• I let out when I saw the empty bottle of whiskey lying on the bed. the doorbell rang again which brought me back to why I woke up in the first place.
• “Colin?”
• I let out wondering if my new husband was already here to discuss the terms of the flash marriage we had.
• “What were you thinking, Merry Bethany Winterson?”
• I asked myself and tried to fix my hair which I already knew would look like a mess. Why did he choose to come around so early in the morning?
• “Oh fuck, it’s not that early.”
• I let out when I saw the time. It was almost noon. On the bright side, I got to sleep. It could have been worse. I could have spent the night crying over what Alex did. Getting drunk and sleeping through the night was way better than crying over a loser like fucking Alexander Hart. That backstabbing loser.
• I clenched my hands into fists. Just thinking about him made me so angry that I forgot my pains for a moment. The shits he said to my face before he left. I didn’t even want to remember his exact words and the doorbell saved me from thinking about it any further.
• I tried fixing my hair again but stopped halfway.
• “Fuck it! I don’t need to fix myself. I want him gone out of my life. There’s no point in staying in the sham marriage.”
• I let out and headed for the door. I unlocked the door expecting to see my new husband but he wasn’t the one at the door.