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Fiona p.o.v
Life sucks!
A big time.
Yes, sure! I might not have a typical sad story of a broken home or domestic abuse, but I still cannot help but wonder what wrong I ever did in my life or to others to end up here.
All alone.
And not to mention miserable!
One might think that I am exaggerating. But no, I am not. Well, maybe a little bit. But that is because what I was thrown into is not an easy thing to live with.
And I have only one person to blame: the one and only, my Grams.
Listening to my grandmother was one of the biggest mistakes that I have ever committed.
I don’t know why and how I always let my Grams manipulate me to do something which I clearly don’t want to do. It is only because of her cleverness and my sensitive heart that I am stuck in this life-changing situation.
Instead of having the time of my life with either my family, friends, or my so-called dearest husband, I am trapped here in Hummington Town alone on what should have possibly been my honeymoon.
Some honeymoon it is!
Rather than exploring different places together, eating a variety of foods, and clicking tonnes of pictures, here I am, standing in the café zall by myself.
I am to have my coffee all alone with a small backpack large enough to hold all my crap, a red cap on my head covering my chocolate brown hair, which is not confined with any kind of clip or band, earplugs in my ears, and a phone placed in the back pocket of my shorts.
Now the question is, where my dearest husband is? The one who should have been accompanying me, sitting with me, and enjoying this delicious beverage on our lovely honeymoon. The one who should have held my hand, stolen kisses, and whispered loving words into my ears.
Oh, right! He is attending a meeting. A god damn meeting. The nerve of this guy!
Well, scratch everything.
This is not a honeymoon of fifteen days but a business trip of three days, where Justin Carter, my so-called husband and CEO of Carter’s Enterprise, is busy with his work. And me being me, stupid Fiona McGuire, now changed into stupid Fiona Carter, exploring this new, foolish place all alone.
And if you ask why?
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