Married to my Ex Husband ENGLISH

Ruby’s POV

Christmas Eve

I had an argument with Sharon last night, that girl is always getting on my nerves. I sat on the vanity table and applied light makeup, preparing for Charlotte’s bachelorette party.

Well, I wouldn’t blame mother for siding with Sharon at all.

She is also my mom, but I can’t believe she is so biased.

My step father wouldn’t give a damn about us and only focuses on his business. I want to be an actress. That has been my dream for a long time.

I knew I had a bad temper, but couldn’t help it. A month ago, Sharon changed her mind and decided to be an actress. I didn’t give a damn before, till I heard from the manager this morning that Sharon had father invest in the movie, and my role was given to her.

I struggled so fucking hard to get that role! She always has a way to snatch whatever belongs to me. When I heard the news, my jaw dropped and for a moment my eyes blurred. Tears.

I’ve been at odds with Sharon since our childhood days, and because of mother’s favoritism, It made me feel that I’m less important than she is, and I don’t feel good at all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I wore my heels and walked out of the villa. Two cars were parked in the garage, but unfortunately, I haven’t had the luxury to enter it since mom married my father, Mr. John Morgan, that fu*cking business capitalist.

Mom said I’m unlucky from birth, for this reason, she had isolated me and made Sharon closer to him. Saying that I would jinx her marriage. I can’t even dare talk to my step father, besides I didn’t feel that familial love for him. As for my mother, I still had hope in my heart, hoping that one day, regardless of everything, she would look back and acknowledge my value.

She wanted to be an actress, but didn’t succeed because she got pregnant with me, which ruined her career. I guess maybe that’s why she had prejudice against me.

I’m feeling quite frustrated right now, I had to swallow my discomfort because Sharon is my younger sister, it has always been drilled into my head since young.

I hailed a taxi nearby after walking for nearly thirty minutes along Wellington street in the U.S.

“Parody hotel.” I uttered, staring out of the window.

Twenty minutes later, I got down from the taxi, shuffled through my purse and brought six dollars and paid the taxi, thanking him politely.

Faced with the familiar and unfamiliar environment, I shivered, feeling slightly cold. I know I’m very pretty.

I’m endowed with a red naturally curly hair, a pair of foxy shaped eyes, embedded with light green irises which made me look elegant, cute, cunning and at the same a not so easy to mess with temperament.

It’s the beginning of winter, and I wore too little. “Sighs.” I entered the hotel building flashing different colors of neon lights.

I showed the security my ID, they scrutinized it and let me enter.

“Hey! Ruby! Over here!” Charlotte called out, beckoning to me.

I widened my eyes, chuckling.

It was no surprise that Sharon was over there.

I saw a group of frivolous women proceeding to chant the indecorous word at the male dancers as they resembled libidinous teenagers that couldn't get their fill no matter how hard they tried.

Looking like a wilting rose beneath the multi- coloured flashing lights I saw my step sister, she displayed an excessive amount of deference, Sharon sat there in the VIP lounge and sipped on a margarita with a bored expression on her face.

My second cousin from my mother’s side, Naomi collapsed beside her, after her third round spent gyrating against the half-naked pole dancers that were hired to "entertain" them for the night. "God, I'm exhausted!" Naomi exclaimed.