Chapter 3
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I stumbled over my wedding dress when my eyes landed on my sister and the man that they expected me to be marrying right now.
Mary is sitting on top of the bathroom counter, legs spread and draped around Justin's hips. His hand was in her hair, their lips together as he drove himself in and out of her.
Both absorbed in their adulterous desire that they have yet to understand I have caught them.
“Oh, Justin,” Mary whispered, and leaned her head back against the mirror. “Yes, right there, baby,” she wailed.
“Damn, baby, you feel so good,” he grunted and slammed himself harder inside her.
My belly started turning, and I rushed towards them, not to punch them both like I had wanted to when I stepped in, but needing to get to one sink.
As soon as I reached the sink, I clutched onto the counter and threw up. Abdomen dry heaving as pain passed through my heart at the scene beside me.
“Oh my god,” my sister shrieked, lifted her palms, and nudged Justin away from her. “Lara, I can explain,” she babbled, fell off the bathroom counter and pulled her dress down.
I ignored her as my belly turned.
“Lara, baby, please, it's not what you think. This was the first time. It was stupid. I let my nerves get the better of me. I'm so sorry, baby. Please forgive me,” Justin implored, after forcing his d**k back into his trousers, and zipped it up.
I held up my palm to silence him, desiring a minute to understand what was happening. My twin sister is having s*x with my fiancé. At first, when Claire told us what she had seen, I didn't want to believe her.
Sure, Mary was a horrible sister most days, but to extend this far, I hadn't realized she hated me that much.
“How could you do this to her?” Rachel hollered and took an aggressive step towards Mary.
“Please, just let me explain,” Mary sobs and held her hands out, trying to stop Rachel's dangerous movements.
“Go ahead. I'd love to hear what you have to say for yourself, Mary,” I whispered, feeling betrayed by her more than Justin.
“It just happened. We didn't plan for this to happen, I promise. We fell in love-”
“Mary,” Justin snapped, cutting off Mary's ridiculous rambling.
“You fell in love,” I repeated to her before swinging my angry gaze towards Justin. “Just one time, huh?” I snorted, not believing this was what my life turned into.
I have been bragging about Justin all day just to witness just how much of an asshole he was.
“Okay, okay,” Justin groaned, ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “It started two months ago.”
“So after you proposed to me, had me planning the perfect wedding for you, you have been sleeping around with my sister,” I confirmed.
“How could you both do this?” My dad demanded, hand pressed against his chest. “Mary, I'm very disappointed in you.”
“Please daddy, don't say that,” she sobbed, tears flowing fast down her cheeks. “I won't do it again.”
“It's too late for that,” I snapped at her.
For her to reply that she wouldn't do it again would also mean she thought I'd still be with Justin after tonight.
Wrong.
It's over.
I deserve better than a man that would cheat on me with my twin sister.
“Lara, I'm so sorry, baby. Please believe me. She doesn't mean what you mean to me.”
“What?” Mary asked, mouth hanging open in shock. “You told me not even five minutes ago that you thought you were about to marry the wrong twin,” she snapped, and then swung her gaze towards me. “He has been playing us both, Lara.”
“Well, he is your problem now,” I shrugged, pulled my engagement ring off my finger, tossed it towards her, and smiled when I watched it land near her feet in the dirty bathroom room. “Have fun with that.”
Present day.
I may have appeared relaxed, but I was feeling anything but calm. I wanted to embarrass them both like they embarrassed me. I strode down the walkway towards the front of the chapel.
Claire and Rachel were hot on my heels, and I let everybody know that the wedding had been canceled because of the groom being a cheating sack of donkey poop.
Yes, donkey poop.
I didn't forget that we were in a church and couldn't use the words I wanted to.
Misleading piece of s**t.
Deceiving bastard.
Everyone was shocked at either the adultery or the donkey comment. I didn't stick around to find out. As soon as I got back into the dressing room, my friends helped me take it off my wedding dress. I had loved this dress and felt like a true princess while wearing it.
Shame.
That was what I said because while it extremely pissed me off, I remembered we were in a church and I couldn't be cursing up a storm like I wanted, even in my head.
The first week was terrible.
Mentally horrible.
When I wasn't at work, I stayed home on the couch, shoving spoon fulls of ice steam and string cheese into my mouth as I cried about my ruined future.
My two best friends tried forcing me to leave my house, but I had to nurse my broken heart. I wanted to lick my wounds. Nothing wrong with needing some time to let yourself to sad about what your future could have been.
I am now, however, not at home and not on my couch. I am in New York City. This was where Justin and I were going to come for our honeymoon. It was a long, tiring flight from Texas. I already booked our honeymoon hotel for an entire month.
So why would I let all that money go to waste?
Sure, I could have canceled the hotel booking, the transport, and the activities that we had signed up for. Right when I turned my laptop on, cell phone in hand, ready to call and cancel everything, I remembered the reason I wanted my honeymoon to be in New York.
I always wanted to visit New York and just because my finance turned out to be a cheating jerk face, didn't mean I shouldn't go on my would be honeymoon and have fun.
Plus, I was tired of the pity in everyone's eyes when they would see me at places in our small town. Everyone knew. How they all knew I don't know, but they did, and it made me not want to leave my house.
I have been in New York for the week. I took a walk in Central Park, toured the Metropolitan Museum of Art for an entire day, climbed to the top of the Statue of Liberty, and visited the 9/11 Memorial & Museum to pay my respects to those who lost their lives on that unfortunate day.
I have had so much of a great time in New York that I don't want to go back to Texas. I love the big-city life, even loving how busy the streets are.
I was dreading going back home to a town where everyone knows everybody and knows all of their business.
So I put my big girl panties on and canceled my flight back home. I called my dad, my friends, the principal at the school I worked for, and explained to them, I would not be coming back home.
I ensured my daddy, Claire, and Rachel that I would go home for Christmas in a few months and vowed to call them to keep them updated on my new life.
New York was now my home. Only one problem, I had to get a job and find a permanent place to stay. I only have two more nights paid for this hotel before I either have to burn more money that I don't have, or I have to get a job and a a different place to live.
I was walking down 5th Avenue, munching on a delicious slice of white pizza, when I had found a paper stand. I was glad I decided to try my luck and look for either a job or a cheaper place to stay because when I opened the paper, my eyes landed on the perfect job.
A single father looking for a nanny for his two children. It paid one thousand dollars a week, came with a car, came with a room, and had Sundays off.
It sounded just perfect.
The angels in heaven were smiling down on me because when I was stressing and thinking maybe I was a little over my head, I found what I needed.
When I took a taxi to the address in the ad, I didn't know I was about to knock on the door of one of New York's most eligible bachelor's.
“Just knock and smile,” I ordered myself, raised my shaking hand, and knocked on the door
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