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Zara’s Pov
"you're lying," I hissed.
There was no way that Dad's business was failing. It was impossible. He was a brilliant businessman. He was smart and hardworking.
"You think I'm lying?" A chuckle slipped past his throat, "What do I stand to gain from lying to you? Believe it or not, but you have no choice but to go ahead with this marriage."
"He's right," Tamara smirked.
"Shut the f**k up b***h," Taylor hissed, advancing.
I grabbed her by the elbow, holding her back, "Let's get out of here. I don't want to see either of them for one more second. I hope you two have a miserable life together." I shot one aggravated look at Asher's dumb face before storming off.
With tears blurring my vision, I rushed away from the room, ignoring Asher's voice calling my name. As soon as I got into the elevator and the heavy door metal door slid shut, my legs gave out from under me.
"I've got you," Taylor said, wrapping her arms around me and holding me up.
I pressed my face against her neck and let out a choking sob. And then the dam broke loose.
"I thought he loved me," I gasped, my chest feeling like someone had stabbed a knife into it, "God, how could he do this to me?"
"I'm so sorry, Zara," my sister's hand rubbed across my back, soothing me, "I was at the bar waiting for my date when I saw them walk in together. I'm sorry about how you found out."
"They must have been laughing at me," I sobbed, "I'm such a fool."
"No, you're not!" She insisted sternly, "Don't ever say that about yourself. You did nothing wrong. All you did was give your heart to someone who didn't deserve it."
I looked up at her, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, "I hate him so much."
"I know."
"What the hell am I going to do now?" I sighed, "Once the news goes viral that my fiance has been cheating on me with my childhood best friend, everybody is going to laugh at me."
My sister's jaw firmed, her eyes hard with determination, "Well, you won't be in New York when that s**t show goes down."
"What are you talking about?"
She waved something in the air at me and I narrowed my eyes, "Are those tickets?"
"As far as I'm concerned, Asher owes you this."
I took the ticket from her carefully, "A honeymoon suit in Miami."
"Go to Miami, drink champagne on ice, walk on the beach, drink cranberry daiquiris, and have some revenge s*x with a hot stranger."
I gaped at her, "I can't do that."
She smirked at me, "Of course you can. That micro-d**k asshole had the guts to accuse you of being frigid. And anyway, you deserve some chill time after you wasted so much of your life on that man."
"I don't know if I can just run off_"
"Yes, you can," she grabbed me by the shoulder, "trust me, Zara. You need this."
My shoulders dropped and another tear slipped from the corner of my eyes. "you're right. I deserve this."
"Atta girl!"
With that, we took a cab and drove to my apartment where I threw a few clothes into my suitcase while my sister made calls to change the date of my hotel booking.
At the airport, I hugged her tight, "Tell Dad what happened and tell him I'll talk to him and mum when I get back. I'll call you when I get to Miami but I won't be reachable the rest of the time."
"Okay. I love you, Zara."
"Love you too. I'll see you in a few days."
As the plane took off, all I could think about was how my whole life had just crumbled to dust around me in the space of a few hours.
I had woke up today with joy in my heart, ticking down the number of days till I said I do to the love of my life. And now here I was, brokenhearted on my way to my honeymoon all alone.
I glanced down at my finger when I felt a pinch and realized I still had my engagement ring on.
Swallowing the boulder in my throat, I pulled the offending piece of jewelry off my finger and tucked it into a side compartment of my purse.
Then I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and tried to forget all about Asher Golding.
I took my first deep breath since I had found out about my fiance's infidelity as I climbed down the plane's stairs and stepped foot on the tarmac in Miami.
I made a resolution to not be reserved Zara anymore. Being reserved and waiting for things to happen to me was what had gotten me into this mess. It was time for me to grab the life I wanted.
With a brave smile, I marched out of the airport and climbed into the back of a waiting taxi.
"Carlton Resort," I told the driver.
He nodded and pulled away from the curb, winding through the long roads.
At my first sight of the resort, I sucked in a deep breath. It was so beautiful. I could almost imagine Asher and me strolling through the serene stone walkways of the resort hand in hand.
Tears beaded my eyes and I went to the front desk to check in.
"Oh I'm sorry, Mrs. Golding, but will Mr. Golding not be joining you?" The receptionist asked with a polite smile.
I pressed my mouth together, "It's Zara, please. And no, that asshole won't be joining me."
Her eyes went wide and she looked startled, "I'm so sorry, Would you like me to move you out of the honeymoon suite."
"No, I'll take it."
she slid the room card over to me and I immediately grabbed it, "Thank you." I turned around to walk away and promptly ran into a hard wall of muscle.
"Oof," I squealed, losing my footing. As I swayed to the ground, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and hurled me up.
I was suddenly pressed into a warm body. I raised my gaze to thank my savior and met familiar stormy grey eyes.
"You again...!" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Was the kiss that good that it suddenly turned you into a stalker?" The aggravating man asked.
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