I Signed With The Wrong Husband Chapter 02
After hanging up, I glanced back toward the hospital one last time. Then I wiped my tears away and walked off briskly in my heels.
As if I cared that Sylvester didn’t want me. As the esteemed heiress of the Meskill family, I had plenty who did.
That night, I invited my friends out for drinks.
I was thoroughly drunk, and then one of them drove me home.
When I opened the door, Sylvester was sitting on the sofa, his expression dark and dangerous.
“Out drinking with another man—is that why you didn’t answer my texts all day?”
He drew me into a possessive embrace, his message to my friend clear and unchallengeable—”She’s mine.”
My friend was about to explain, but I shook my head. “Thanks. You can go. I’ll handle this.”
After he left, Sylvester gripped my wrist so tightly I thought the bones might crack. “You know how I feel about you drinking with other men. Why are you doing this? To upset me?”
I snapped impatiently, “Upset you? And who exactly are you to me?”
His face turned grim, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. “I’m your fiancé. What’s gotten into you?”
I looked up at him, my eyes red-rimmed. “When you married me off to Miranda’s bodyguard to humiliate me, did it ever occur to you that you were my fiancé?”
Just then, a loud crash came from the bedroom, drowning out my words.
Sylvester instantly shoved me aside and rushed in.
I followed and found Miranda sitting by the bed, her finger cut and bleeding.
My gaze turned icy. “What is she doing here? In our room, no less?”
“Mira twisted her ankle. There was no one back at her home, and I was worried she couldn’t manage alone.”
Sylvester stood protectively in front of her, frowning at me with impatience.
“She twisted her ankle. She didn’t lose her legs!”
Right after saying this, I saw the fragments scattered across the floor, and my breath caught.
