Four

Remington?

Married?

Is he Weston Remington?

Shit.

There are a lot of questions in my head, and I honestly don’t know how to process everything right now.

What is going on?

Is he bluffing? But why would he bluff me?

He has nothing to do with me!

Is this a prank? Am I the victim of some stupid internet prank?

“What do you mean we’re married?”

“We can’t talk about that here.”

“Why?”

“This is a private matter, as I said unless you want to see your face in every news article.”

I sighed. Well, he has a point; it’s true. I don’t want to see my chubby cheeks in the news article. That was the last thing that I wanted.

But what if he’s telling a lie? What if we are not married?

Am I that stupid when I’m drunk?

How can I marry a freaking stranger?

A stranger who gave me one hundred thousand dollars just because of the bet last night.

Is there something worse that could ever happen to me?

“Do you want to stay in jail?”

“What? No!”

“Then let’s go.”

I sighed. “Alright, but I’m still furious that you make it seem like I stole your credit card, even if I didn’t do it.”

“I told you I have no choice.”

“You’re a billionaire, right?” “You should have hired someone to track me down.”

“That’s not how it works; besides, why would I hire a detective if I can trace you with my credit card?”

“So I wouldn’t be humiliated!”

“You’re not humiliated.”

“I am; everyone in the apartment thought I was a theft or something!”

“Well, you kinda are.”

“What?” I asked.

“You stole my name.”

“I didn’t!”

“You’re a Remington now.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t steal it from you; if we are married, you must also have signed the papers.” “So nothing is stolen aside from your common sense.”

He raised his brow. “We should get divorced now.” “This marriage is not working.”

The hell won’t! I don’t even know you, and you don’t freaking know me! “How can we be so stupid to marry each other?”

“Alcohol.”

“It might be, but not this stupid!”

“Alright, your voice is getting louder, so keep it down.” “Stay here, and I’ll talk to the police.”

I sighed as I watched his back.

What the hell did you do, Tamantha?

After he talked to the police, I was set free. As I walked out of the precinct, everyone stared at me.

What’s with them?

Why are they staring at me?

Do they still think I stole the billionaire’s credit card and just got away with it?

I rolled my eyes.

These people. I look like someone you can’t trust because of my physical looks. I mean, it’s not pleasing to the eyes because of my weight, but come on, I’m not like they don’t have to look down on me because of my weight.

Besides, I didn’t do it.

I was silent the whole time we were in the car. I’ve been in shock until now, but not too much. I guess I don’t know what to say. He’s driving the car, and I admired it for a moment before realizing I’m married to a billionaire.

I married him last night.

If my parents knew about this, they would be happy for me, mainly because he is a billionaire.

Who would have thought that I could attract a handsome billionaire?

I bet Lindsey would faint if he found out about it.

He is not just a simple billionaire.

He is Weston Remington.

Weston Remington!

I don’t know him by face, but I’ve heard his name multiple times, mainly on the news, because he likes to spend his family’s wealth for his pleasure, going to bars, partying, drinking on yachts, getting wasted, and sleeping with girls.

He is a player.

Every week he has a new girlfriend, according to the news, and he’s seen with famous models and artists.

Well, he is handsome, and he’s also a billionaire, so it’s a catch.

But the personality?

I don’t think so. I don’t know him that well to judge him, but as I can tell from my experience,

The personality is four out of ten.

But overall, it is ten out of ten.

I stare out the car window.

I’m married to a billionaire. I still can’t believe it.

That explains why he bet one hundred thousand dollars. Now I don’t even know if I deserve it. It’s not hard-earned money; it’s from his parents that he uses nonstop.

Well, they’re billionaires, so maybe it’s nothing to them.

But…

I will divorce him right away.

If I marry again, my soon-to-be husband will know that I married him because of the filing of papers.

Maybe we can do something about that.

“I can tell you can’t process how you’re married to me.”

I look in his direction. He gave me a glance before getting back on the road. I was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, but how can you act like it’s nothing?” You’re married.” To me. He should be shocked that he married a simple, chubby girl like me.

A jobless chubby girl

I sighed.

“We’re getting divorced, so why would I be worried?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I nodded.

Why am I even thinking about it that much? He is right; we will get a divorce, and this problem will be solved. I won’t even remember it in the coming days.

It was like nothing had happened.

I can go back to my life and move on from all the crap that happened to me.

“Don’t worry; you can keep the credit card.” It’s yours.”

“About that, I don’t want to keep it.” “I don’t want the police knocking on my door again for a stolen credit card that I won over a bet.”

He laughed. “No, I won’t report it again.”

I stared at him.

Damn, he looks so gorgeous when he smiles. His perfect white teeth are shining, and I can’t help but admire

He’s so cool about anything. He doesn’t worry about every problem. I wish I had that kind of attitude when it comes to issues instead of sinking into

Our eyes met. My heart beats faster.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” “I know I’m handsome, but I don’t fall in love.” He smirked.

I shook my head and instantly pulled myself out of adoration for him.

“Heck, no!”

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to get divorced?” “Do you want to be Mrs. Remington?” He teased me.

“Shut up, Weston.” “I want a divorce as much as you do,” I said.

He smiled.

“Good. I will file it after we sign the papers.”

We’re heading to the city hall near the bar where we got married. After we reached the place, we looked for the one with the city attorney, who filed it right after us.

Good thing he’s in his office. He greeted us with a smile that faded away when he heard what Weston said.

“We want a divorce.”

“Divorce? “Didn’t you just get married?”

“Yes, but we want a divorce.” It’s a mistake. “We’re both drunk.”

“How can you marry someone drunk?” “And that’s late at night; how did the attorney file it that fast?”

“Well, if Mr. Weston didn’t threaten to sue me and make my life miserable, I wouldn’t have married the two of you. I’m also scared for my career and life so that I will wed the two of you. He also wants me to file it that night, so I did everything I could, and now you two are married.”

I look over at Weston.

“You did that?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I remember correctly.”I’m drunk,” he said.

“Whatever. We want a divorce. We are here to sign it and file it as soon as possible.

“Alright, is the witness with you?”

Weston and I look at each other with our brows knitted.

“Witness?”

“Yes, last night you came here with a witness and agreed that if you filed for divorce, he should also sign it.”

“What?!”

“Yes, the two of you bet.”

I face my palm. What the hell did we do?

“Who is the witness?”