Chapter Ten
Kyle’s POV
As instructed, the woman remained silent, and for that, I was grateful. The quietness allowed me to gather my thoughts while I nursed the alcohol in my hands. The unfamiliar burn tingled my throat with every gulp, but I ignored it, just as I ignored the weight of her gaze on me.
One thing about me is that I had never been one to drink. My tolerance was embarrassingly low, and yet, tonight, I needed it. I was so angry at my mother that I had chosen to drown my frustration in liquor while the woman finished her food. Then I could get the hell out of here and go home to my wife.
Ava.
The thought of her waiting for me sent a sharp pang of guilt through my chest. I could have left, but I couldn’t
mother, act rude since my mother set up the date. The thought of it annoyed me. It made me sick that my someone who had once been close friends with Ava’s mother could turn so cold, all because of status. How could she suddenly despise the woman who had given me one of her kidneys to save my life? A woman who now struggled to bear children because of it? Instead of cherishing Ava, my mother had discarded her like she was nothing. That annoys me to no bounds but I couldn’t change her mind.
Lost in my anger, I zoned out completely that I didn’t notice how many glasses of alcohol I had downed or when exhaustion pulled me under until I woke up feeling strange.
A groan slipped from my lips as I rolled onto my side, pressing my head into the pillow as if that would lessen the pounding in my skull. The pain was unbearable, it was like the migraine wished to split my head apart. Blinking my eyes open, I stared at the wall for a long moment, confused as to where I was.
Then I realized, I was in my childhood room.
But why? Where is Ava….?
Panic surged through me as flashes of last night crashed into my mind. My breath hitched, and I shot
upright, and then all hell broke loose.
I was naked.
And beside me, a woman lay on the bed, the blanket barely covering her bare shoulders.
My h
heart hammered violently in my chest. My hands trembled as I tried to process what the hell had happened.
As if sensing me, the woman stirred, rolling onto her side. It took all the strength in me not to run out of the room when her deep blue eyes locked onto mine, and then before I could react, she sat up, and the blanket slipped, exposing her full, round breasts.
you ready, man?”
A voice snapped me out of my daze, and I jerked my head toward the mirror, blinking up at the reflection of my best friend..
Alexandro.
He stood behind me, watching me through the reflection fof a moment finally before walking towards me. My
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gaze flickered to my own reflection, willing my heart to stop pounding and my mind to focus on the present.
Alexandro stepped forward, fixing my tie with practiced ease, his fingers steady despite the pitiful look he
shot me.
Not liking the look, I let my eyes flicker across the room, searching for..
“He said to get you ready.” Alexandro murmured.
I met his eyes through the mirror before glancing away. I had been so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear my father leave.
With a stiff nod, I followed Alexandro out of the room.
The hall was quiet. Too quiet.
It was a secret wedding. Just my parents, Alexandro, Lilian, and her mother, a woman I had never met and had no interest in meeting.
Initially, I had demanded only a reception where we would sign the marriage certificate, but my parents had disagreed. The media would pick at every little detail, and a lack of ceremony would fuel unnecessary rumors. So, here we were.
The music started and my palms grew sweaty. My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat louder than the melody playing in the background.
This is for my child.
I repeated the words like a prayer, trying to silence the voice in my head telling me to run.
Then, Lilian entered, dressed in an off white gown that flowed from her under–bust to the floor, her protuding belly was barely hidden beneath the fabric. She walked in, arm in arm with a woman I assumed to be her
mother.
And just like that, I was forcefully thrown back to the day I married Ava.
I swallowed hard.
She had been breathtaking, even though she was still mourning the loss of her father. Even through her grief, she had smiled at me, her lips curving in a way that made me feel like the luckiest man alive.
But today?
I felt like I was making the worst mistake of my life. Like I was selling my soul to the devil, and the deal was about to be sealed. A sharp pain pierced my chest, and my vision blurred with unshed tears. The closer Lilian got, the more my heart screamed at me to stop this, to flee.
I unconsciously took a step back. Then another, until a firm hand clamped down on my arm, yanking me to a
halt.
“You need to get your act together, man,” Alexandro whispered sharply into my ear. He gave my back a quick pat and stepped to the side to give me some room.
Blinking rapidly, I forced my vision back into focus and turned my attention to the small group of people seated in the hall. My eyes met my father’s blank gaze, before settling on Lilian, who was now standing in front of me. I couldn’t tell the expression on her face because her face was unnecessarily covered in a veil. The vows began and I found myself staring at my shoes, my mind drifting, and my body numb. There was no
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anticipation. No curiosity about the face behind the veil. No excitement for the life ahead. I couldn’t even
bring myself to meet her gaze when her veil was lifted, nor could I bring myself to kiss her or acknowledge the brief flicker of sadness that crossed her face when she realized I wouldn’t.
Everything about this day felt empty and lifeless.
My emotions. The people. The decorations. The vows.
Everything felt bland.
I just wanted it to be over.
And after what felt like an eternity, it finally was.
The moment the ceremony ended, I didn’t waste a second. I stormed out, got into my car, and sped off like a
madman.
It felt like I was drowning.
Like I was trapped in a dark ocean, my lungs filling with water every time I tried to scream.
My lungs burn. My heart ached, heavy with a pain that felt like fire.
It was done.
Not even forty–eight hours had passed since Ava and I signed the divorce papers, and I was already married
to a stranger.
A scream of extreme pain tore from my throat, raw and bitter. My hands slammed against the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as hot tears burned down my cheeks.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.
All because of one night. One mistake.
One moment that changed everything.
The oddluna
Writing this, I felt Kyle’s pain like it was mine.
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