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Chapter 4

  • "I wasn't the one who left him at the altar, but I was the one who was left at the altar."
  • Angelina didn't think this was how her wedding day would be, being left alone by her stranger husband.
  • Even though it was fake and rushed, it still hurt her to be left alone in the eyes of people. There was no sting between them, but he was still supposed to wait for her.
  • Angelina stood at the altar anguished, staring at the ground as a murmur filled the room. She felt her eyes sting with unshed tears of humiliation. The whispers were getting to her as she felt her chest thumping in anxiety and biting her trembling lips to stop a sound from escaping. She was shocked! Was this how all fake marriages are?
  • She was nudged by a man who wore a neat Armani suit which matched his jet-black slick hair. He was tall and built a little, but not like her fake husband. He smiled softly at her, ushering her to move away from the eyes of people. Her legs moved wobbly, following the man before he supported her. She was grateful to this stranger for taking her away. She felt like those people's eyes could swallow her.
  • "Don't fret about your husband. He was just bitter about being left by his fiance," the stranger said in an assuring soft voice.
  • Fret! My ass, she thought angrily as she held her gown tightly. Even though it was fake, he should at least have courtesy and waited for his bride!
  • "Can you stay here, lemme bring the car," he smiled, leaving her out of the November breeze, making her shiver. At the wedding, she didn't have sleeves, and her collarbone, shoulder and neck were exposed to the cold.
  • She sighed, staring at her red blotch legs; she wasn't used to heels. Her ankles were aching as she removed the heels and sighed again. The heels were beautiful, and only God knows how much they cost.
  • The car's sound pulled her out of his thoughts as she sniffed her itching nose while holding the heels like delicate glass.
  • The gentleman parked and walked to her as he removed his coat and dabbed it over her, covering her. He looked at her red legs and smiled sadly at her before he went to the car to bring the flip-flop out.
  • She bowed a little in gratitude as she put on the flip-flop and put her hands inside the side pockets of the coat, and sighed in relief, feeling comfortable with the warm coat.
  • The man, who she didn't know his name and didn't know how to ask for his name, opened the passenger back seat for her, and she slipped in.
  • Angelina didn't know where she was being taken to. The silence in the car was comfortable, and no words were exchanged between them before they arrived at a big mansion.
  • The men at the gate bowed to the man, "Welcome," they all said in unison.
  • Angelina was shocked. Who was this man? The mansion was big. She looked at the house in wonder. Is this where I would be living now? She thought.
  • She didn't bring anything except her tattered bag, which consisted of her empty card, papers and pen.
  • The gentleman parked at the front as a bunch of men in suits rushed out. Four men stood on the right side while another four stood on the left side, their eyes on the ground.
  • Am I married to the royals?
  • Angelina gingerly got down from the car, thanking the man who drove her in before tugging her gown for comfort. This was too overwhelming!
  • The man who drove her smiled gently at her, holding her hands as they walked in. The man got her seated on one of the sofas before he whistled at a maid to bring her a drink.
  • "Drink this. It calms the nerves," the man said, pushing the tray to her.
  • "Thank you," she muttered genuinely, taking the cup as the scent whiffed through her nostrils before taking a sip from it. She couldn't reject the man because he had helped her, but really, the tea really calmed her.
  • "Continue. I'm coming." the man said and left me alone. She was scared to be alone. She saw the man going upstairs. She clasped the hand of the mug tightly, looking at the liquid inside while the image of herself stared back at her.
  • She had entered this and had to put it through for a year.
  • "Man, what you did there was bad. You should at least wait like a gentleman," she heard the disappointment in the man's voice as he reprimanded someone. His voice was getting closer as she could hear the light footsteps of two people descending the stairs.
  • "I didn't…" as she heard the voice of the man she married, her hands trembled in shock, her heart beating furiously. As she wanted to place the cup down, she heard their steps closer, and the cup slipped, making the remaining drink pour onto the table.
  • She panicked, her hands shaking as she wanted to use her hands to pick up the broken cup. Their eyes met momentarily. Her body, still in shock and fear, broke a cup! She didn't know how much it would cost.
  • "Maid!" her husband called in a cold voice, and a maid came in with a towel.
  • "Are you hurt?" the man asked gently while her husband walked past her and went to the bar. He took the wine and a glass.
  • "I'm fine, thank you," she responded shyly, looking at her husband under her lashes to see him uncorking the wine and pouring it into the glass before adding some ice. He shook it and took a stool, then savoured the taste.
  • She bit her lips, wanting to apologise for her mistake, and she opened her mouth to talk, "I'm sorry…" he stared at her with no interest and tsked. She gulped the remaining sentence, and she couldn't speak. The look was enough to tell her she was a nuisance.
  • "Dude, I'm outta here," the stranger said, bro shaking him as she begged him with her eyes not to leave him with her husband.
  • "Wish you luck, Angel," he smiled, then left while humming.
  • "Ester!" he hollered.
  • An older woman came out, she was in maid clothes, and she tilted her head a little.
  • "Take her to her room."