Five

“What do you mean?” Weston asked the attorney.

I’m seated near the attorney’s desk; he is also seated while Weston is standing facing him.

“You had a witness last night. I don’t know where you get him. I told you that you didn’t even need a witness for the wedding, but you insisted. So I did what you wanted, even though the man has no idea what he is doing, but I think you gave him money.

He faced palm. He is more troubled than ever. At the precinct, he was fine and more composed, while I was annoying him for what he did.

He could quickly call me and tell me that we were married rather than reporting me to the police.

But if he called me, I don’t think that I would believe him at all. Because who knows if he is trying to get his money back? He is sober enough to think that it’s stupid to give a fat stranger money for just swaying her hips.

I sighed.

My eyes went back to him.

He is Weston Remington.

And I’m married to him. Legally married to him. It’s not just a play or a dare. I wish this were just a joke so I could get on with my life.

Neither do I know how we got married; worse is that we asked a random stranger to be our witness.

Damn, that liquor must have hit so hard.

“But that’s the guy who said I was fat.”

“That is the least of our concerns now,” he said.

I glared at him. Of course, an insult to me is of little concern to him because he is concerned that he married a nobody, a chubby girl who is unemployed and relies on her friend’s assistance.

I can’t believe how this happened. I’ve been drunk before, but not like this. Let’s get married drunk l

“Do you remember his face?” he asked.

I lick my lips as I try to remember what happened last night. I’m not that drunk, but my vision was blurry when I left the bar, so I’m not sure I remember his face. One thing that I can’t forget about the guy is his voice.

Who can’t forget the voice of someone who insulted them?

I’ve been insulted since childhood, but every insult cuts on the healed wounds. I try to get numb, but I can’t do it. I’m too sensitive to get numb from it.

“Come on, do you remember him?”

I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t.”

And as I expected,

He sighs in disappointment.

“This can’t be happening, right?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Remington, but both of you are married together, and you can’t file for an annulment or divorce without the witness.”

“Can’t we just do something about that?” “I have money. I can pay for that.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Remington, but annulment is not all about the money. “You are the one who put this condition in place, and I can’t do anything about it; unless you find the witness and he signs the papers, everything will be okay.”

“But we can’t find it!” Weston’s voice rose.

The attorney didn’t look surprised; he didn’t even flinch; it seemed like he was used to Weston’s loud voice for some reason.

Is he always like this?

Are you yelling at people?

I mean, he didn’t intend to yell, that’s for sure; he’s just angry because of what happened. His feelings are running high.

“You haven’t even tried, Mr. Remington.”

“How can we find someone that we didn’t know?”

“I don’t know; it’s your problem, Mr. Remington, not mine.” And if you somehow find the man, luck is on your side. You can bring him here, and I’ll do the paperwork, and you will be the bachelor you once were. “I will keep the confidentiality of your marriage under my oath,” the attorney said.

After that, we decided to leave his office because clients were arriving, it was their schedule, and we couldn’t talk with him and discuss things further.

I want to know if there’s another way that we can have an annulment without the witness, but I’m no lawyer. I sometimes break the rules and traffic laws, so I don’t think I’ll be good at looking through the regulations.

Even if Weston has money, he can’t pay the attorney’s schedule because it’s already reserved as an appointment, and we need to meet with him the next time we visit to avoid ruining his schedule.

He must be an excellent lawyer, so he won’t let anyone ruin his schedule.

My forehead creased. “If he is a good lawyer, how come he let us get married?” He is sober and processing the papers for Weston and me to get married, so why is he not available now?

I shrugged off the thought when I saw Weston walking toward his car.

“This is ridiculous!” he screamed.

His gaze was drawn to mine.”What are you looking at?”

My eyes widened. I licked my lips before uttering a word.

“I think the attorney is right.” “We can at least try to look for him,” I said.

His eyes remain on me.

Immediately, my throat runs dry. I’m not used to being looked at, even noticed by a handsome guy like him, but right now, he is staring at me.

For the apparent reason that he is confused or just messed up by our situation.

I stare back at him. I never dared to stare back at any man since my ex cheated on me.

It’s not like I’m afraid or something; it’s just that no man stares at me anymore.

I can’t disagree that he is handsome. The redness on his face and neck makes him look hotter.

I blink when I realize that my brain is flying somewhere far from my reality.

Weston’s brow furrowed as he looked at me.

I swallowed hard and continued talking.

“I mean, I assume he’s homeless because he appears to be; his clothes aren’t spotless; he appears rugged.”

“And you expect me to look for a homeless man?” Unless you didn’t know, I’m a busy person. I have a lot of things to do—more important things to do than this! Looking for a fucking man!”

“Yes, you are a busy person, so maybe you should hire someone to look for him.”

“And waste my money?” Hell no. “I already wasted it on you and looked at what happened.”

My eyebrows raised.

“Oh, this is a problem for me, or your problem now?”

“If it’s not for your bet, then maybe we aren’t married right now.” And why would you offer a bet to a stranger?” He asked.

“I wonder about the same thing with you—why would you bet someone you didn’t even know was fat and ugly?” Why waste it on me? “Are you too bored with pretty and sexy girls, or is this your sick kink, huh?” I spat at him. How dare he?

“Oh, shut up, it’s not a kink of mine.” “Don’t blame this one on me; we’re not on this.”

“Exactly! You are the one who blames me first, Mr. Remington. Should I say “husband”?Hubby? The father of my child is

“What the fuck are you saying?” He asked furiously.

“Annoyed?”

“Very.”

“Yeah, that’s how I feel right now. How dare you blame me for this? “We are both adults; you should point fingers.”

“Adults who behaved like teenagers.”Or we are so heavily drunk that we lose our minds.”

I sighed.

“How can we fix this?”

“Well, first of all, no one should know about this.”

Of course, he wouldn’t want anyone to know about this; he’s not stupid to let the world know that he accidentally married a fat girl. No one wants to be associated with a fat girl.

“Are we clear?”

My yes was still with him.

“Hey, did you understand what I’m saying?” No one should know about this. “Even your friends, if you have any, or your family—”

“Excuse me? “Do I look like I don’t have a friend?”

He shrugged.

My eyes squinted. This man is so full of himself. I may be fat, but I have friends. I’m an amicable person, unlike him, who likes to annoy the shite out of me. I thought billionaires were composed and calculated. I scanned him with my eyes.

This one is not one of those “class billionaires,” the ones I read about in novels, who are so full of mystery that you will fall in love knowing and learning about them.

But this man?

No.

Even if he is handsome, he’s just straight-up annoying.

“Hey! What the heck is on your mind? “No one should know…”

“Yeah, of course! “I don’t want anyone to know that I’m married.” To a handsome and annoying billionaire.

“Okay, give me your number,” he said.

“What? Why?”

“We are gonna look for that man.”

My eyes widened.

“Are you crazy?” I don’t even remember his face anymore! That is impossible!

“Then, do you want to stay married to me?” “Don’t you have a boyfriend or something?”

“I do, but---”

“Complicated? “Cheated on you?”

I glare at him. Is it that obvious that someone can easily cheat on me? Is that how I appear to be cheating?

I’m not visually pleasing, but do I deserve to be cheated?

“Don’t glare at me.”

“I’m just asking, and I’m not judging you or anything.”

“But it seems like it.”

“Well, I’m out of that; I only asked.” “Now give me your number.”

“Why won’t you just hire someone?” “You have money to pay them to do it.”

“I already lost half a million on you.” Do you know how much detectives cost? Besides, you are not sure if the files and information are confidential only to you. You will never know. “So no, I won’t trust anyone with my marriage.”

“Our marriage.” I corrected him.

“Whatever it is, it seems that you are enjoying this.” You like getting married to me. Don’t you?”

As if!

“Who wouldn’t? I mean, I’m a billionaire, I’m handsome, and I got every woman I wished for.”

“Aside from being humble,”

“I’m humhumbledd confident.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

See? What a jerk. He’s just like Zack, who is so full of himself. Thinking every girl wants her.

“You like this setup, huh?” Do you?”

Wow. What a proud jerk! No one likes to be married to someone they don’t know! I don’t want to be committed to someone like Weston, who is arrogant and takes his anger out on anyone; he vents all of it without even thinking about the people around him.

“No. Mr. Remington, “I don’t like it,” I said firmly.

“Tsk. “I don’t know if that’s just pure hate or you’re making me think you planned this.”

“Planned? Marriage is sacred to me. I wouldn’t be married to someone I didn’t know. “I wouldn’t be married over a bet!”

One more insult, and I will punch his throat! I want to marry someone I genuinely love, someone I’ve been with for years! Someone once, I know! To someone who supports and cares for me! Someone I know is afraid and has secrets.

“Alright, I’m not guilty.” Calm down. “This marriage is already not working out.” He joked.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll text or call you about my plan.”

“And what if I have something to do?” “If I’m busy,”

“Not my problem; ditch it, or you will stay married to me.” But that wouldn’t be a bother to you. So it’s mandatory to answer my texts and calls. “Besides, you don’t look like you have a lot of things going on with you.”

I sighed.

“Yeah, unlike you, a billionaire, who I bet likes to party all night, I wonder if this has ever happened. How many times have you been married, Mr. Remington? And how many times did you try to divorce all of them? Did you also have a witness, or what? Oh! Perhaps you no longer want to spend money on detectives because your previous marriage cost you a lot!

When he tried to get close to me, I pushed his chest.

“Wow. That’s sick, huh? How did you fit those words in without breathing for over a minute? “If you’re my wife, I will jump out a window; you talk too much.”

“I’m your real wife.” Go jump.” I smirked.

“No, I won’t. I don’t think we have a prenup. “I won’t let you buy all the cake shops in the world.”

“You jerk! Fuck you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“We have the legal right to fuck each other.”

My eyes widened at what he said.

Damn, he also doesn’t have any filter at all.