Ex Lovers Regret I Married His Uncle

CALIFORNIA, SAN DIEGO 2014

~JESSICA~

I wiped away tears before I raised my hand to knock on the door; the pain in my chest was unbearable, and I knew a hug from him would ease it away.

"I will graduate, maybe some other times," I encouraged myself before I raised my arm to knock again, but this time stopped midair as the door flew open. I almost threw myself on the person when I realized it was not my fiance but a woman, a very beautiful woman.

I wondered what she was doing here and where my fiance was, so I asked; I thought it might be his friend or something.

"I'm his wife, and who are you, oh Jessica, right?" She eyed me up and down; I didn't understand what was happening; I mean, I was already hurting, so I wasn't planning to add to this.

"Maybe it's the wrong address."

"It's not the wrong address, Jessica. I know you, and you're here for Jade, right? Well, he's my husband now, so I need you to leave."

"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked, and she shone the diamond ring on my face.

"You need to clear your vision to see the ring," she said, sounding kind.

My eyes were blurry due to tears, so I wiped away my tears, and that's when I realized she wasn't lying to me. I knew the ring well because it was the same ring I wore just a few days ago.

"How...how long have you been married?" I finally gathered the courage to ask, although my voice sounded broken.

"Just five days; do you need anything else? As you can see, we are still on our honeymoon." She said, not carrying off what I had just told her. I scanned her and realized that she was wearing his shirt, the same shirt I'd worn here at his apartment.

"Can I talk to him? Please," I hated the way I sounded...desperate.

"No, he's busy. I already told you he is my husband and showed you my wedding ring. What more do you want?" She asked; it was not her fault; she was just played as me.

"Do...do you know that is the same ring I wore a week ago when we got engaged?" I asked, hoping it could mean something to her.

"Yes, but I have it now, so it doesn't mean anything. Do you have something important to say apart from your whining?" She asked; I understood her irritation, but I was hurting.

This must be a prank.

"Yes, I want to talk to Jade, and I'm not leaving here until I do," I said, meaning it although it didn't come out confident, she realized I was not going to leave as I stood firm by the door while she blocked the entrance.

"Alright, fine, but don't make it long, honey; someone is here for you!" She sweetly called out to him; she even dared to call him a pet name.

Then the love of my life appeared; he was cooking, as I could tell from the apron he had on. He didn't wear much, just an apron and jeans. Even at this moment, my knees felt weak seeing his six-pack. He didn't seem surprised or shocked to see me; he kissed her cheeks before greeting me.

"Jessie, you're here; how are you?"

"Can I talk to you privately, please?"

"Private? I see you've met my wife; anything you want to say, you can say it right in front of her," he said.

"I insist."

"Alright, honey, it's fine. I am going to watch our pot before it burns; don't be long," his wife said as she kissed his lips right in front of me while he smacked her ass-making that same face but it suddenly changed when he turned to me.

"You have five minutes," he said, irritation evident in his tone.

"Five... minutes, really?" I couldn't believe this; he was my fiancé. "You owe me more than five minutes, Jade; I'm your fiancé."

"Ex-fiancé, I'm married now," he sounded serious. I couldn't believe my ears. Was this some kind of joke?

"Listen, if...if you're playing a prank on me, you better stop it because it's not funny!" I raised my voice-this prank was going far.

"Hey, hey, lower your voice. Do you want the neighbors to hear? Listen, I know I gave you false hopes, but what were you thinking? That I would marry a prostitute seriously."

"I'm not a prostitute; I'm a stripper," I corrected.

"Still the same thing; my family will never accept you as their in-law."

"But you never cared; you said that yourself."

I remembered the time we met and how I told him I was a stripper, and he said he didn't care.

That he loved me.

"A man will do anything to get into your pants; I can't believe you fell for it. I thought you were smarter than that...you're a lawyer for damn sake." He laughed.

"Three years?" I didn't want to accept this was happening.

"Yes, it can even go on for twenty years. Listen, Jess, I'm not saying it's the end of our relationship."

"Then what are you saying?" I sounded desperate.

"My time will be limited, that's all; otherwise, I'll see you at times."

"You promised to marry-"