I married the She-devil

Unspoken Truths

I was surprised that I had the ability to drive myself home that night. On reaching the house, my plan was to go straight into my room and cry my eyes out. Why was the world always unfair to me?

I pulled up into my driveway and saw my lawyer’s car parked in the driveway. He better go home; there is no way in hell I

am having any session tonight. I got into my house to find him sleeping on the living room sofa—so much for professionalism.

Walking straight to him, I tapped him thrice before he finally woke up. The maid, Mary was out running some errands and he fell asleep waiting for me.

Dave was quite an attractive man. I had never really given it much thought before now. He had jet-black hair that curled slightly at the ends. High cheekbones framed a strong, angular jawline, and his lips were full and well-defined. His eyes—an intense shade of gray—were framed by long, dark lashes, almost too pretty for someone so masculine.

I sat at the spot beside him and just stared into pretty much nothing.

“You okay?” Dave asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I did not want to speak to anyone, but something about Dave this night just drew my attention. Could it be because of what happened with Trent?

Well, whatever it was, all I wanted to do now was kiss Dave.

I ignored his question and got on his lap. Dave stared at me lustfully but did not say anything else. I started kissing him, and he kissed back. A few seconds later, clothes were flying all over the place, and before I knew it, I was riding my lawyer.

It is now the next morning, and a lot of what happened last night has now become clear to me. Not that I was drunk or anything, but I was completely overwhelmed by emotions. I wondered if that counted as Dave taking advantage of me.

He had let himself out yesterday, as I was too sore to get up from the sofa—it was where I spent the whole night.

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Trent’s POV:

I was finally on my way back home.

My home.

The one I had left over a year ago to pursue my master’s degree in Canada. It was definitely not my favorite year. I could not wait to finish my master’s and go back home to everything I left behind—to Sarah.

Then came Priscilla, and everything took a crazy turn. I did not like Priscilla, not one bit. She was snobby and self-absorbed. Pretty much everything I hated in a girl, but now I was getting married to her.

I knew I was being a total jerk to Sarah, but sometimes in life we do not get the things that we want.

The car just pulled up in my home driveway, and of course, the one person I really wanted to see was standing right at my front door.

Sarah.

She hadn’t changed a lot in that one year. Her hair seemed to be longer than I remembered, but that was about it. She still looked as beautiful as ever. We shared a brief stare, and it looked as if she was about to say something, but then I turned my attention to Priscilla, my fiancée.

I couldn’t bear to see the look on Sarah’s face when she saw Priscilla step out of the car. We locked hands and walked right past her into the house. She did not say a word, but I think she knew exactly what had just happened.

We got into the house and were greeted by my parents. They were the reason I had to go off to Canada to get my master’s in Business Administration, as my dad was retiring from running the family business and I had to take over from him.

“Welcome back, son,” my dad said very warmly. Dad has always been the laid-back parent, while Mum was always the one pushing all the buttons.

My mom hugged us both before heading out the door. I just prayed that Sarah had already left because my mom never liked her, and I knew things could get ugly for Sarah if Mom met her outside.

“So, Priscilla, how are you enjoying your return to the country? It’s been what? 10 years now?” My dad tried to initiate conversation.

“Everywhere looks different, and everything looks bigger now… If not for Trent, I would feel pretty lost,” she replied, then interlocked our hands together.

“I am so happy for both of you and cannot wait to start planning the wedding,” my dad said in a quite jolly tone.

The mention of “wedding” drew me back to reality. I am really getting married to Priscilla.

After that small talk, the room went quiet but for the sound of Henry carrying our luggage to our rooms.

“How is your father?” my dad started again after the awkward silence. This time around, he sounded a bit nervous.

“Father is doing well. He is personally looking forward to the new political season—as you should, Mr. Harrington,” Priscilla said now with a sly smile on her face. My dad smiled and nodded in response.

All the while, I was away on my phone, trying to look as uninterested as possible.

Then another silence dropped in the room.

“What are we all standing here for?” Dad broke the awkward silence after a few minutes.

“Show Priscilla to her room. You both will be sharing a room if I am correct.” Dad added.

I simply nodded and took Priscilla’s hand, leading the way. If I have to force myself to love this woman, then so be it.

We got into my room—the same one I had many memories with Sarah. As if Priscilla knew, she cupped my face in her hands. “Hey handsome, got something on your mind?”

“No, nothing. I am just exhausted from the trip,” I replied, trying to sound as tired as possible.

“Is it because of that b***h outside?” Priscilla snarled, completely catching me off guard. How did she know? I hadn’t mentioned Sarah to her throughout our time in Canada.

“You seem surprised. Didn’t want me to find out, did you?”

“She is in the past, Priscilla. I love you now, we are getting married, and that is all that matters.” I cupped her face as well before planting a kiss on her lips. I was about to pull away before Priscilla bit my lip. Normally, that is her sign that she is in that mode.

I continued kissing her, and it deepened. Before we knew it, we were both naked and panting heavily on the bed.

“I am not worried about the b***h, Trent,” Priscilla broke the silence while still panting for air.

“I am just reminding you that I am the only woman in your life. You have to keep it that way if you want my father to be a very happy man.”