The Wrong Mrs. Claus

Episode 3

ALEX.

I couldn't be wrong with the platinum blonde hair and naked slender figure bouncing on my boyfriend's d**k.

Bile threatened to escape my throat and all the pastries I ate on the plane rose up to my throat.

Oh God.

I must be dreaming.

The door creaked behind me and it was then they noticed Derek instantly shoved her away eyes wide in shock. I didn't realize I was crying until tears streamed down my chin, the pain in my chest was unbearable.

"De... Derek" I managed to croak out, the bag fell from my hand and I didn't mind the chocolates tumbling on the floor.

"Alexandra? What- how?" He sputtered, shoving his d**k back into his pants and zipping up while Vanessa just stood there still naked with a scowl on her face.

She didn't look apologetic like Derek, she looked annoyed that I didn't let her finish. The light in the living room shone on her sweaty skin and the smell of s*x lingered in the air, the place was a mess and I shook my head.

"It's not what-"

"Stop" I sniffed, shutting my eyes, I bit my lips to stop the wrecked sob from escaping my mouth.

The pain has escalated to my head, a tight knot in my stomach, and my throat making it difficult for me to breathe.

I had sacrificed everything... I thought he loved me.

"Please just hear me out, I was smoking and I was high- I didn't know you were coming honestly I would have-"

"You would have covered this up! You wouldn't have been f*****g your sister on the couch and I wouldn't have caught you in the act, for Pete's sake it had to be your own sister!" I yelled, hating how broken I sounded, and God was I broken.

"Fiancee, and we were f*****g on the bed before but it's a mess now so we decided to use the couch until we get money from you to pay the cleaner to take care of it, as you can see the whole place is a pigsty" Vanessa pointed out and picked a T-shirt from the couch putting it on.

"What? Fiancee?" I blinked rapidly and she chuckled.

"I thought you were smart, little Miss Makerter, but it appears you are not the brightest in the room. We've been together for years and we are engaged. You are the other woman, Alex, you are just a means to an end, the one we go to when we need emergency funds, it was even better when you took that job in Toronto, the long-distance thing was the cherry on top. All Derek had to do was show you a little love and give you attention, and you'll cough up more cash when he asks. I didn't bother with working thanks to you" She winked and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach.

Heck, I think it stopped beating at that moment.

No.

This can't be... I looked at Derek but the sympathetic expression on his face pierced my heart.

It was too much.

I can't stand this... The pain was too much.

I turned to leave and dragged my luggage behind me. I couldn't hear what they were saying behind my back. The words weren't as loud as the ringing in my ears.

It felt as if I was back there, it was the first time I had felt this kind of pain....

Blood on the snow, scattered shards of glass, and crushed metal.

Tears blurred my vision and to make things worse it was snowing.

I couldn't find a taxi so I started walking. The weight of the traveling bag on my shoulder was heavy and it ached from dragging the luggage.

What do I do now?

Where do I go?

Maybe I should just give up, find an iced up lake and break it, drown myself to death.

"Alex! Alexandra!" Derek's panicked voice came from behind.

He caught up with me and pulled me back.

"Wait I can explain-"

I yanked my hand out of his grip and I didn't think twice before landing my gloved palm on his face, the resounding slap made him back off and he held his face daring to appear astonished by my behavior.

I wiped my tears swallowing the hard lump in my throat, this wasn't worth it.

"I'm sorry Alex, I wanted to tell you but I... I love you, we could still-"

"I will slap you again if you don't leave right now" I glared at the douchebag.

"Please let me make it up to you, please" He begged but I was done, I was so done with this feeling, I was done with being pushed around.

I was done with being a fool.

First for my company, they threw me away like trash and I didn't even get credit for what I did for them and I don't have money to pay for my rent because I have been lending to this jerk some money thinking he would pay me back when he gets a better job.

But he was using me.

I have nothing.

"The only way you can make it up to me is if you die, I want you to die. That's the only way you can make it up to me" I replied.

"Alex-"

"Don't. Don't you ever call my name, this is over, you won. I was such a fool and while I was working my butts off you were enjoying life with your fiancée. Such a lucky couple, you found a stupid lonely girl to use and she coughed up money just like Vanessa said. Don't stop me again or I will scream and someone will get the police, I just want to leave" I interrupted and walked away leaving him behind.

More tears flowed down my chin and I shook my head at the absurdity of how I had once wished we would get married and live happily ever after.

I was deluded, I shouldn't have wished for anything I didn't deserve, I wasn't that lucky to have a happily ever after like everyone else.

I was doomed to be miserable.

I couldn't keep walking, my knees gave way and hit the snow covered ground. I broke down in tears on the street.

What have I done to deserve such a miserable fate?

I managed to get up and continued my journey to find a cheap place to crash, my phone had switched off due to low battery and I needed to charge it so I could find a place to sleep online.

This is New York I can't just walk into any hotel and expect them to give me a discount because I traveled down here to surprise my long-distance boyfriend only to get surprised instead watching his supposed sister f**k him, I walked for a while before I spotted a bar up ahead.

I staggered into the bar dragging my bag and my luggage with me. The place was packed but there was an empty seat so I shook off the snow on my hair and sat down.

The bartender immediately came to take my order and I ordered tequila. I might as well drown in alcohol to stop this pain.

The first shot burned but it didn't linger to do justice to the pain in my chest, so I ordered another one and another.

Someone sat beside me and I didn't bother to look.

"You know that's bad for your health right?" A deep smoky voice said, the voice wrapped in an accent I couldn't figure out.

I turned ready to curse whoever it was despite how soothing his voice was, but whatever I was going to say got stuck in my throat.

Beside me was the most gorgeous man I have ever since with warm emerald green eyes that caught the light, a straight nose, and full pink lips.

His jaw, gosh, his jaw was so chiseled I could get cut if I dared to run my fingers on the faint stubble there. He resembles those magazine models I used to drool over when I was a teen, dressed in a dark gray suit with diamond cufflinks sparkling in the light… a man I would call a Greek God.

His lips stretched into a smirk under my scrutiny.