Chapter 3: Who Would Want Someone Your Size?
My question didn't elicit much reaction from him. He simply pulled the woman in the white wedding dress near him by the waist and faced me with a sneer on his face. His brows scrunched together as he rigidly spoke.
"She is my bride. I told you not to contact me, we are done."
His words fell like literal bombs on my head. Everything turned red and my ears rang.
My whole life with Andy flashed in front of my eyes. Hurt crawled into my heart and, like a vicious beast, shredded it with its sharpened claws.
This was not what I had anticipated when I woke up this morning. Maybe I was stuck in a nightmare and needed to wake up.
But no, this was real.... This was happening.
Irrespective of how it coiled in the pits of my stomach, I kept my spine straight. I wasn't going to crumble in front of a cheater and liar.
"W–why? Was our whole relationship a joke for you? How can you betray me like that?" I asked, my voice upping a notch.
My shocked eyes wavered at the slim woman on his arm. Her pristine white dress was expensive, and her figure screamed. She was one of those keto fanatics I always watched on socials and wondered how they did such an extreme diet.
She seemed unperturbed by the proceeding but stayed quiet. There was a mocking smile on her face. Our families were well known in Angel City, so it was highly unlikely she wasn't aware of the relationship Andy and I shared.
Andy thrust his free hand into his pants pocket and looked down at me as if staring at a spec of dirt on his impeccably polished pair of Santoni shoes.