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.