Chapter 6

Merry “Okay, no rush. Just stay here for the night. We will talk better when you are well-rested.” He answered and gave me the card. I took it from him. “You go in and get all the rest you need. I will call you tomorrow to check up on you. Before that. I will find new accommodation for the both of us because my present house can’t be the place that I take you to.” He told me. I had so many questions. But I was too tired to ask them so I just nodded. “Thank you. Goodnight.” I told him and placed the card over the door. it unlocked and I entered the hotel room without looking at him again. My mouth opened in shock when I saw the place. This wasn’t any kind of hotel room. This was a freaking suite. The place was bigger than my apartment. It looked like one of those rooms used in movies where the lead characters are rich as fuck. “Wow,” The living area was spacious with high ceilings and elegant furnishings. I walked further in and saw a sliding door that led to a terrace. I walked to the door and slid it open. “Wow,” I murmured. The view from the terrace was so beautiful. It painted the city in a whole different light. I couldn’t imagine how much it would cost to spend a night here. I walked back into the suite and walked to the bedroom area. There was a big king-sized bed with plush linens and pillows. I didn’t need to touch it to feel how soft it would be. Everything about this place screamed money. I continued my tour to the bathroom area and once again, I was amazed by the sight before me. The bathroom was marble-clad and there was a separate shower and bathtub. Rolls of towels and expensive-looking washup soaps. “How can I stay here?” I let out, looking around the suite. I saw a mini bar with various options of wines, whiskeys, and spirits to choose from. All look a hell of expensive. I couldn’t stop wondering what kind of favors the hotel owner owed Colin for him to let me use this clearly expensive suite. Maybe I should go back and get out of the hotel now that he has already left. I turned around to leave but stopped. “Why should I leave? If he says it’s a favor, what would it hurt? Do I really want to go back to that apartment that’s in a messy state and full of memories of that bastard?” I questioned myself. I turned back and walked into the main room. The bed was huge and looked comfortable. I dumped my bag on the floor and took off my shoes. I took off everything I was wearing and then walked to the wardrobe area. I opened it and saw a lineup of robes. I picked one and walked to the bathroom and once again. I looked around and caught my reflection in the mirror. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat when I saw how pathetic I looked. All the joy I felt when I woke up today was all gone now and in their place was sadness and misery. I let out a sad sigh. I got into the shower and took a quick shower even though the bathroom was meant to be enjoyed. I couldn’t enjoy anything right now when all I could think about was how sad and pitiful my life was. I got out of the shower after about ten minutes and dried my body. I put on the robe and returned to the room. I got on the soft, big bed as tears welled up in my eyes again. “How could I have been so stupid?” I asked myself the same question that I had been asking myself all day. I thought of how everything played out. how Alex literally got in the car with me. got to the courthouse in a seemingly happy mood only to turn on me just before we were to be married. “Did he get cold feet?” I asked myself. Because how else am I supposed to believe he acted all excited without showing any sign of discomfort only to turn on me at the last moment? It all made no sense. It would have made more sense if he hadn’t shown up at all. If he hadn’t been the one to wake me up this morning and tell me a happy wedding day. We even spoke well on the way to the courthouse. “How could he have changed just like that?” I asked myself. Then I realized what I was doing. I was trying to make up excuses for him. “Fool.” I let out. how could I be making excuses for a man who left me high and dry? Who didn’t even bother to look back before dumping me? who called me cheap and not of his class. I got out of the bed and walked to the minibar. Picked an expensive-looking whiskey and took a glass. I walked to the terrace and sat down. I poured myself a glass and downed everything. I filled another glass and downed it again. Soon, I just opened the bottle and started drinking directly from it. Tears fell from my eyes. Even while drinking and trying to forget, I couldn’t. “How could he do that to me? How could Alex be so mean? He took so much from me.” I cried. I thought about my parents. The ones who birthed me and gave me up for adoption only to have another baby a year and five months later and they kept that child with them. I thought about my adoptive parents. I lost my dad when I was five and after that, my mother turned on me. She would hit me at the slightest provocation even though I was just a child. I endured her abuse for over thirteen years. She never loved me and always made sure I knew. Even in death, she still chose to punish me.