When their partners cheated on them with each other, Riley and Jonah decided to get engaged and then get married to get back at them. But things are never as easy as it seems.
When feelings get involved and weird past events unravel, lives are at s...
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Sleeping was never an issue for me. The moment my head hit the pillow, I would be out cold and dead to the world. That was my escape from the bullshit around me.
Whenever Hayley and I would be on a break, I would spend most of the day in bed. Usually those breaks would be over the weekends or when Hayley had a big show coming up. So, no one would know that I was wallowing in self pity and eating half my body weight in ice cream. No one except Bennett of course.
Hell, I bought this house exclusively to avoid walking in on Hayley and Ian going at it when we were on a break.
I feel so fucking pathetic.
Even during those times, I could still sleep. I guess it had something to do with the reassurance that Hayley would always come back. That whether it took a day, a weekend or a whole week, she would be back in my arms.
Not anymore.
I closed the door.
I expected to be finally at peace. I thought it would be like getting a thorn removed but all I felt was pain. A dull throbbing that made it impossible to sleep. I ignored Hayley's messages along with the ones from everyone else demanding to know what the fuck was happening. Instead I decided to go through my social media accounts.
What the fuck?
There were several memes and hashtags blaming Riley for some reason. A few people defended her but most people were saying horrible things about her. I resisted the urge to rant through my account as I knew that would be a bad idea. All the damage control had to be done at the press conference or I might screw things up and I didn't think my publicist would be very happy with that.
I decided to check on Riley. She got dragged into this mess because of me. She could have probably just broken up with Ian and moved on if I hadn't proposed to her.
Getting up from the bed, I put on a T-shirt and walked to the room Riley was in.
"Call me when you want, call me when you need Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way"
Is Riley singing? And dancing?
She had changed out of the blue dress and was now wearing a pink nightgown. She had her bluetooth earphones on and was dancing away while singing the lyrics to some song.
"Riley?"
She turned around and went completely still for a second. Then hesitantly said, "H-hi."
She looked like someone had caught her with her hand in a cookie jar. She licked her lips and began to rant.
"Look, I know this looks bad. Like I'm happy or something about this. But I'm not. It's actually the opposite. I was so sad that I couldn't sleep. But I couldn't let them get the satisfaction of making me cry, you know. I mean yeah, they wouldn't know if I cried here, but I would know. And they don't deserve that, you know. I-"
