Accidently Married The CEO

Chapter 1 Moira Usually, when your world falls apart, you expect it to pout rain, thunder to strike, and the Earth to mourn with you the life you had thought you were always going to live. The day my world fell apart, the sun was shining. I was singing in my kitchen, excited that I would be getting married in a matter of days with the man that most women wanted, but yet I was the lucky one to have captured his heart. I thought I was lucky, but boy, was I wrong. The first text came through around eight in the morning. It didn’t say anything but was a simple photo that shattered my idea of a happily ever after. I was making coffee, excited that I would be seeing my soon to be husband later for the first time in a week as he was on a business trip. Little did I know that he was not just in a different town to sell property, but he was also there to screw another woman. The photo was of a woman in bed, naked with my Timothy. They were both laughing at the camera, as if they weren’t participating in ruining what I thought was a perfect match. Timothy is a year older than me. He was the most wanted boy in school but had always claimed that he was keeping himself for someone special. I was a junior, and he was senior when he had asked me to be his. I was over the moon as I had always had a crush on him, and he was the one guy who always treated me with respect. He made me feel like I was more than just a virginity to take or someone to play with. Timothy and I both came from very religious households, both carrying the expectation to be without any sin. We both wanted freedom from that expectation, but know the only way we could do that was to be married. I was ready to get married after school, but Timothy had claimed that he wanted to complete his studies, be able to make a big enough salary that he could buy us a place of our own to move into as soon as we were married. I admired him for that, and I stayed loyal to him, but it seems he made nothing but empty promises. While I was staying with my promise to stay pure, never drink, never cuss, and never party, he had done the complete opposite. We were going to be each other’s first, now it seems that I am nothing to him but the fool. When the next message came through, it was texts between a woman named Britney and Timothy. There were photos that I wish I could scrub from my memory, texts that would make even a stripper shy, and then there were the sweet messages, those that he sends to me as well. That last part was the only sign that it was truly the Timothy that I knew, as the rest sounded nothing like him. After that came the video. The video was what broke any illusion I still had of Timothy. They were standing by her door. The blonde woman who I assumed was the Britney from the texts was trying to close the door, but Timothy pushed it open, tears streaming down his face. I had never seen him look so pathetic in my entire life. “Please, Brit. You know I love you, but my family expects me to marry her. She never meant anything to me. She had always just been the thorn in my side. Please, just give me a year, just a year of being my secret lover, and then I can get a divorce, move away from Tat Town, and we can be together.” He begs her, and every word seems to wrap around my heart like a snake, tightening its grip. “You are f*****g getting married! You have been engaged for months! How long have you even been dating this woman?” She screamed at him, clearly pissed, and I can’t even be angry at her after hearing that. She didn’t know about me until a moment before that. She is not at fault, and I didn’t know if I was happy or if I had wished that I could hate them both for destroying my perfect fantasy. “Not that long.” He said and I laughed out loud, not even recognizing my own laughter as it was filled with grief instead of joy, anger instead of ignorant bliss. We had been together for nine years! Not that long my ass. “That doesn’t give me an accurate answer. I want an honest answer, though I don’t know if I can believe anything you say as you have been lying to me for an entire year.” They were together that long? I was a fool for more than a year, maybe even longer if there had been others before her. “Eight or nine years, give or take a few months.” He said with a shrug as if that had not been more than a third of our lives! “NINE f*****g YEARS! Are you kidding me! Take your s**t, and leave, and you never show your face here again you sleezebag!” She said before slamming the door in her face. Timothy kept banging his hands on the door, begging her to let them in, to talk it out like adults. I laughed again at that. The time stamp on the video was 7am in the morning. He was standing in his sleep shorts that I had gotten him for our anniversary last month. How dare he? I sat at my parents’ breakfast table, considering what to do, or if I should reply to the messages, show them to my parents or just confront Timothy head on. I don’t know how long I had sat there when my phone started to vibrate. The number was the same as the one that destroyed my world, but for some reason I had answered it, probably because I am a sucker for punishment. “Listen, I know you probably don’t want to speak to me and that you might even hate me, but from what I had seen in the past few minutes of you on social media, I know you are not a hateful person. If anything, I could tell that you are probably the sweetest person I have seen in my life, and I haven’t even met you face to face.” She was rambling before I could even say hello, not that I really wanted to talk, so I allowed her to do all the talking. “I really didn’t know that the two of you were dating. I was really trying to not do the whole stalking thing that I usually do with guys, because I tend to make assumptions and that never works out for a relationship. He has a fake account on every platform, just so that you know, so I didn’t dig deeper than the information and profiles he gave me, like I said, I was trying the trust thing. Anyway, I didn’t know. I would never have touched him if I knew he had someone waiting for him at home.” She kept going. I know I should’ve reassured her that I was not mad at her, but I couldn’t find it in me to say anything. “I don’t really know how you feel right now, but I can imagine how you might feel. If you are feeling like you want to kill both of us, I can totally understand, ad if that is the case, I am not telling you were I live as I enjoy life. If you feel like just pretending that this didn’t happen, well then, that is on you, but I will tell you that any man that can cheat on you for a year, doesn’t give a s**t about you. And if by chance, you want to take revenge, and get him in the worst possible way, call me. I am vengeful, and I have a few ideas of how to make it hurt the most.” For a moment, the line is quiet, but before I could check if she had put the phone down, she started talking again. “I really am sorry. I truly hope that you can find it in yourself to forgive me.” She said and then the call was ended. I didn’t say anything the entire time, and not for hours after that when I had locked myself in my room. It was only when Timothy showed up at my house, flowers in hand, that I came out of my room. Seeing him with the flowers in his hands, the smile that I used to love on his face, reminded me of the song ‘Flowers’ by Lauren Spencer Smith. I have sung that song so may times, never realizing that is was her. I was the fool. I had a moment there I could have broken down, screamed and cried and asked him why he would do it to me, but then I heard Britney’s voice in my head, asking me if I want revenge. It was at that moment that I realized that I might not be the perfect Christian. Instead of turning the other cheek, I was going to do my best to make him feel what I felt. I smiled that entire night, kissed him and slept in his arms at his apartment. I was the perfect fiancé, asking about his trip, but instead of feeling love and excitement to hear his stories, I heard lies and the terrible things he said when he begged Britney to be his mistress while he found a way to leave me. The next morning, I texted Britney. What do you have in mind? It didn’t take her long to respond, and we started planning our revenge. Today, I am dressed in white, pretending to be the oblivious bride as I get dressed with my bridesmaids and maid of honor. My mother was in and out of the room, making jokes, and talking about how long she had waited for this day. I smiled, laughed, and even had a glass of Champaigne, it tastes horrible, but I have been taking one sip after the other, trying to get my mind off what was to come. “It is time.” My mom says as she comes bursting into the room again. She quickly tells the other girls to give us a moment, and then pulls me over to the couch in the corner of the room. “My beautiful girl. I am so proud of you. You are finally becoming a woman and I want you to know that you have truly made me the happiest mother in this town.” Guilt starts to claw at me, but then I am reminded of what Timothy has done, and he deserves every moment of what is to come. I just hope my mother feels the same when everything is said and done. “Thank you, mom. I love you.” I tell her, giving her a quick kiss. After a few minutes, we make out way out of the hotel, and to the church right across the road. I laugh with my party, pretending like the s**t isn’t about to hit the fan. My father meets me at the door leading into the church. He tells me how beautiful I look, and how proud he is to be my father. I laugh at how his words sound like my mother told him what to say as she had given me a similar speech just a few minutes ago. The music starts to play, and my bride’s maids make their way ahead of me into the church. When it is my turn, I take my father’s arm, and let him lead me into the church. When we get to the front, Timothy is standing there, waiting for me with tears in his eyes, and for a moment, I wish it was real, but nothing can erase those images and texts from my memory, not even his eyes that are flowing with tears as he smiles at me. He holds out his hand, and I have to force myself to take it and not cringe away from his touch. As we stand in front of the priest, phones start to light up with notifications. Finally, a real smile pulls on my lips and this time, I have to force myself to hide it. “What the hell?” That comes from Bianca, the one girl I despise as she had always tried to come between Timothy and myself. After her exclamation as few others begin looking at their phone, finding the video, the photos and the texts between Britney and Timothy. I turn to look at the faces of our family and friends and it breaks my heart when I see some of our friends look worried, rather than furious of disgusted. Timothy looks confused until his best man pulls on his sleeve, showing him his phone. The video starts playing on the big white screens at the front of the church, the texts, and photos on the side of the video. Everyone that didn’t get the text, is now seeing what has everyone else looking worried. They all knew, they must have. Otherwise, they would be furious, or at least look at Timothy with disgust, right? “Tim, what is this.” I don’t have to pretend to be hurt by what I see, because as much as I wanted to hurt him, seeing this again just makes it all so much more real. “How could you?” I ask him, but it seems my shock isn’t showing as much as I tried to show it. “You did this? You are trying to get out of this marriage? Why didn’t you just tell me?” He says, pretending to be hurt, and I stop pretending. “You screwed someone for months behind my back and you ask me why I didn’t just tell you I wanted to end this? How dare you make yourself the victim here?” I ask him, outraged. In a moment of seeing nothing but red, I slap him hard across the face, leaving my handprint clearly on his face. “Moira!” My mother shouts and the pain sets in. That exclamation was her choosing a side, and it is not mine. So much for being proud of me mom. Screw it, I am not going to stay here, and be belittled after everything Timothy had put me through. I turn away from Timothy and throw my middle fingers up in the air, more than done with everyone in here. Let them be disappointed, let them blame me or make me out to be the bad guy. Someday, they will feel what it feels like to be betrayed by everyone they love, and I can only hope I get to see their pain as they were there to witness mine. I quickly call Britney, telling her that it is done, that I am done and then making the rash decision to ask her if she wants to go on my honeymoon with me. It is time that I live the life I have been waiting for. I switch my phone off, make my way back to the hotel and strip off my dress. No one has come for me yet, but they will, and I need to be gone by the time they get here. I get in my mother’s car and drive out of town, wishing that I didn’t have to come back, but that is a worry for another day. Now, I am going to do everything I have been prohibited from doing all my life.