DATED HIS EX-BESTFRIEND: REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND

CHAPTER TWO

Emily's POV

My life was falling apart and I could only watch it crumble helplessly with no way to save myself. I had always thought that somehow, with everything I had done, I would make my parents see me as their daughter again. That accident had killed something in me, too, that day. I didn't ask for him to die instead of me.

If anything, I wished I had died instead. Dying would be better than having to live like a slave in my own house. Every night I'm plagued with the same nightmare. His pale face when he stopped breathing. Mom's screams. Father's glare of hatred. My own heart was crushed to pieces at the sight.

And now all I could do was cry silently even as the makeup artists did my makeup for the fifth time this morning. I kept ruining it with my tears and it wasn't my fault. I didn't want to marry Ramon. That man was the devil in disguise. He played women like they were soccer and even with everything, women fell into his lap willingly.

He was someone I loathed for my whole life. He made my high school days horrible, there was no day that he didn't bully me with his hands and his words. I remembered almost falling off a cliff once because I hated how he treated me. But then he moved schools and I finally got to live without fear.

My parents knew how he always assaulted me. Yet, they were giving me away to him just to strengthen their stupid business.

“Ma'am, you keep ruining the makeup. We can't—”

“Wipe it all off,” I ordered, sniffing. “I'll go with my bare face.” The stylist looked at me with uncertainty but did as I said anyway.

I knew I was beautiful anyway. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart sinking at how depressed I looked. When was the last time I ever smiled happily? I spent most of my life studying, sucking up to my parents, and working.

“We're done.” I heard them say, and I rose, my wedding dress hugging my curves in all the right places as I made my way out of the room. The guard led me to the door and I swallowed, my throat tightening, as I placed the veil over my head.

My father couldn't even lead me down the aisle.

The doors pushed open and I walked in with my eyes trained to the ground. The wedding hall was silent, empty even. I raised my head to see that my parents weren't here, just Alpha Ramon, the man I despised the most, and the priest standing by the altar. At that moment, I laughed. What was I expecting? That they would at least sell me away in a grand manner?

I found it too hilarious that I had thought too highly of them.

I flicked the veil off my head and dropped it to the floor. I watched as the priest and Ramon watched me in confusion as I kicked my heels off. It was a pain in my legs anyway. I pulled the dress up and walked to the altar, and Ramon stared at me like I was the most disgusting piece of trash to ever exist on this planet.

“Let's get this done and over with, right, husband? We both know we'd rather be somewhere else than here right now.” I muttered and turned to the priest who still looked shocked.

“Just to be clear, I didn't accept this because I want you.” Ramon spat in disgust and I rolled my eyes. Hell, his eyes gave his disgust away and he thought I would suck up to him or something?

“Save the hate speech for later, Ramon. This isn't campus anymore, you can not bully me here. Say your vows and leave, yeah?” I replied with a nonchalant expression and his eyes widened in confusion.

Yeah, this was definitely not the me he bullied years ago. And I wouldn't deny that I was shaking inside. But I was done being treated like a baggage of trash that could be trashed anywhere.

The priest started to say the vows and I tapped my bare feet on the ground in impatience. I was itching to bury myself behind my desk and work till I felt numb. Years of doing as my parents wanted turned me into a workaholic, and now, working is my only source of escape. If I spent most of my hours at work, I wouldn't get to see him even when I returned to his home. That way, we would avoid each other.

“You may now say your vows—”

“f**k the vows, priest.” Ramon spat in annoyance as he took the ring and grabbed my hand so hard that I winced. He was still as violent as f**k. He forced the ring that barely fit into my finger and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from showing that it hurt.

It felt like blood couldn't flow through that finger anymore.

“Your turn.” He said with a smirk and all I wanted to do was grab the ring and throw it on his face. But I knew I would only suffer if I did that.

I took the ring and slid it onto his finger, and anger boiled through me when I noticed that it fit just perfectly. He definitely did this on purpose to spite me and I was right when I saw the little smirk on his lips.

“You may now kiss the bride—”

“f**k off, priest.” I spat in annoyance as I grabbed my dress and walked away from the altar. I would rather kiss the ground than kiss that bastard.

“I do not want to kiss your disgusting lips either.” I heard him say from behind me but I ignored him. My hands were trembling already and they were itching to type something, write something, do anything to get him out of my head and space.

I walked out of the wedding hall and headed for my car when he grabbed my arm harshly, causing me to wince in pain.

“What the hell, Ramon? Let me go, the wedding is over already.” I said in anger, but his grip tightened instead as he pulled me to his side.

“Where do you think you're going? As my wife, you should come with me to my house. Get into the f*****g car.” He ordered with a glare and shoved me towards his car. If I were wearing those heels, I would have stumbled and fallen harshly. But of course, he didn't care.

“I have to at least pack my things. Don't be such a jerk—”

“Get in the f*****g car, or I'll tie you up and shove you in myself. Understood?” He threatened and I gulped in fear because I knew he always did whatever he said.

Fighting with him now wouldn't do me any good. I had to plan my escape, and I would make sure that once I leave, no one, not him or my parents, would be able to find me.

I glared at him, but got into the car anyway, and he got in with me as the driver hit the road. I faced the window to avoid staring at him but he obviously didn't know when to stay quiet.

“I can't believe I'm getting married to a dork like you.”

“You should have refused when you had the chance.” I retorted, my head pounding harshly as I closed my eyes.

“You keep forgetting that you're just a pawn in your parents’ game. They sold you off just to get a joint partnership with me.” He mocked and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“You don't need to remind me of my life history, Ramon. I'm well aware of that.” I replied, glaring at him and he scoffed, leaning close to me with a smirk.

“What? You keep glaring at me. Are you going to kill me like you killed your brother?” He asked and I froze, my heart sinking deep into my stomach at his words.