1,580Who's ready for another 60 chapter WIP? Just kidding. This one is less than 15 chapters unless you guys want an epilogue or something. CaskettAlways2009 will attest to this - I literally wrote this entire story over facebook private messages, lol. She's knows everything, *cackle*.
Summary: Ana and Jose are getting married but what happens when Ana runs into a handsome billionaire on her wedding night.
'Never did I think I'd be spending my wedding night with a man who wasn't my husband.'
CHAPTER ONE - It was truly my fault.
APOV
It's been a little over a week since everything happened. I still feel alone and as of recent, worse than before. The only thing that keeps me company is dreams of haunting grey eyes that are always out of reach and rightly so––who the hell did I think I was to even fathom that I could have a chance with a man like that?
Through the haze of the past week I tried to remember the feel of his hands and how every contour of his body, every muscle would flex when he moved. A visual symphony is what I would classify it as. The spark and hum of electricity that ran through my skin upon contact—my body rising unlike ever before in his presence. How his voice was commanding and then soft and seductive in the next. The entire experience mesmerizing and the feeling inside me was overwhelming in confusion and most of all, acceptance in a strange way, or so I thought.
But it was a fleeting moment. I wasn't myself and when I did come back to my senses eventually, I realized I was a fool—now embarrassed, horrified and lonely.
I shouldn't feel anything for him but I do—even though I ended up just being a joke to him. I feel something so incredibly strong that it makes me feel guilty and pathetic about myself. How could I love someone for 7 years and then feel so alive with another, who I barely knew and had just met?
I'm being an idiot.
These are the thoughts that plague me on this early morning bus ride to my first day at the new job. I need to gather my wits and most of all, get my shit together.
Put on your brave and professional face, Annie.
I can't go back to the apartment I was to share with my husband. My things are still there. I'm now officially staying at my now only friend's apartment. She wants me to be her roommate but with my baggage and drama I feel like I'm overstaying my welcome. To say she's mad is an understatement but she keeps it on the down low in front of me. I don't need reminders of my fuckups displayed on a marquee.
Dad checks in but he has to. I'm his daughter and he's always stuck by me. Now, I've got to pick myself up by the bootstraps and reinvent who I am in this familiar but also new city, hoping to God I don't run into anyone I know. Especially Jose or anyone else from our circle.
When you're a little girl, you're taught to aspire to do great things. You also watch endless movies that show women dreaming of their wedding day. How all girls are Princesses, waiting to find and marry their Prince.
But what if the Princess isn't who she thought she was?
Looking back on everything now, I see where it was truly my fault. I let myself down in the worst way.
I thought I had it all figured out, that all my sacrifices would amount to a better life. A life filled with love and happiness.
But it all got thrown away in an instant.
I was blinded.
I gave in to a lie for comfort.
Only for that comfort to end up chewing me up and spitting me out.
A/N: Oh Annie, what the hell did you do this time? Chapters in this story will be fairly short in the beginning till we get to the actual party.
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