ANASTASIA
My makeup artist had just finished my makeup, and very soon, I would be walking down the aisle. It all seemed like a dream, Matthew Smith would be my husband. I couldn't believe I would be marrying the most eligible bachelor. I just couldn't contain my joy as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My engagement to Matthew had been on gossip blogs and magazines. It was a very romantic engagement.We had attended the Super Bowl together, and just as the halftime started, the camera landed on us, and I turned to Matthew, and there he was with a beautiful diamond ring. I accepted it with a continuous "yes." I had come into my hotel room to speak with Matthew. "In an hour, you'll be mine," Matthew had said, and I just couldn't wait.After talking to Matthew on the phone, I sprawled out on the bed and fantasised about our honeymoon. Images of us making love on the beach sent shivers down my spine, I was going to make sweet love to Matthew, and I just couldn't wait for the wedding to be over. My head was still in the cloud when my phone beeped, signalling an incoming message.It was a multi-media message from an unknown number. The message was short,For Your Eyes OnlyAfter the message was a video file. I opened it out of curiosity, and what I saw drew air out of my lungs. Matthew was on top of another woman. I recognized his bedroom because I had been there countless times. it wasn't an old video because I bought him the shirt he had on as a Valentine's gift.I couldn't stop looking. Tears formed in my eyes, blurring my vision. I saw my fiancé take off another woman's bra. I kept watching, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. I watched him feast on her breast, and then the video ended.I started sweating profusely, sweat dripping down my face and ruining my makeup.As I stared at myself in the mirror, I knew the wedding was over even before it had begun. The beautiful lace wedding dress, covered in tiny beads and crystals, felt incredibly heavy on me. How could things change so fast? "How could it have all been a lie?" I whispered, the words hanging in the empty air.I had loved him with all my heart, "where did I go wrong ?"I asked myself."How could he be cheating on me and still want to marry me, ", I asked myself.I wished it was on an old video if only it happened before we started dating, but I knew it wasn't an old video. Matthew was indeed a cheat.I laid down on the beautiful, luxurious bed, and the fancy hotel suite felt like it was closing in on me. Laughter and music from the next room, where my bridesmaids were celebrating, just annoyed me. I was supposed to be the bride, but here I was, alone, drowning in a sea of confusing feelings. Tears streamed down my face, ruining my carefully done makeup.Just a little while ago, I was excited to become Mrs. Anastasia Matthew Smith. Matthew had always been the one, the guy who I loved completely. I had built all my romantic dreams around him. But now, doubt and despair had taken over, replacing the happy excitement I'd felt earlier. I walked over to the bed, and the long train of the wedding dress was trailing behind me, feeling heavier with every step. I knew what I had to do. I removed the lace at the back of the dress one after the other, and I let it fall to the floor like old skin.I stepped out of the fancy wedding dress and threw on a pair of blue Palazzo pants and a crop top I had worn the night before. The sparkly Cinderella shoes were replaced by flat shoes that I could actually walk in. Grabbing my purse, I threw my phone into it and my belongings that were on the nightstand. I marched towards the door that connected to the room where the bridesmaids were."Anastasia!" Britney yelled, surprised when she saw me without the wedding dress.Britney Samuel was my best friend, but at this time, I couldn't listen to her, I had to go; I just had to leave town.There was no way I could continue with the wedding. Not after knowing he had been cheating on me.The other bridesmaids rushed in, their fancy dresses not really made for running."Anastasia, wait! What's going on?" they pleaded, but I kept going, the gap between us getting bigger as I raced towards the hotel exit.Outside, paparazzi were everywhere, taking pictures of me running away for the whole world to see.About an hour later I was out of my house, my suitcases were in my trunk, as I drove to the airport.While I waited for my flight, my phone started ringing. The calls started coming in. Matthew called several times, he sent messages, and my mother called too; but I didn't respond.Natasha, my sister, called countless times, but I didn't want anyone to stop me or talk me out of leaving. Then, the updates on social media started. I watched my life implode right in front of me. But there was no going back. I had to get away from Matthew Smith. I waited at the airport waiting area, hoping no one would spot me until I was gone.MATTHEW After more than twelve years away, my uncle Harry Smith was finally coming back home, and my grandfather was throwing a ball to honour his return. I didn't really care because very soon, I would have a bigger celebration of my own. Dressed in a black velvet suit and trousers, my white shirt spoke volumes, and it made my rich maroon velvet bow tie stand out. i looked at the mirror, and I saw a man ready to command attention at the ball, i was a vision of sophistication.Entering the beautifully decorated arena a few minutes later, I observed men coming in, dressed in tuxedos, each accompanied by a woman in their arms. The ladies wore elegant evening gowns, their makeup meticulously applied, and their hair impeccably styled.Surprisingly, I was remarkably calm. A year ago, this situation would have sent me into a panic. My grandfather had declared that ninety percent of his shares in all his companies would be transferred to my uncle if he was able to get married before his t
ANASTASIAAfter three long years, Matthew hadn't changed a bit. He was still very handsome. Those once captivating blue eyes, which I used to get lost in now, looked at me with so much surprise.As I stood before him, uncertainty gripped me. I hadn't known how I would feel seeing him again after i ran just hours before our wedding. Yet seeing him made all the feelings to return.The scent of him brought back a lot of memories, I remembered the times I ran my fingers through his beautiful hair. For years, the only way I kept tabs on him was reading about him from gossip columns in magazines, social media, and financial magazines.Standing just a few feet away, the truth hit me – I was still in love with him. He had this sophistication and sexiness that made me giddy and wet. Dressed in a navy blue tuxedo, he exuded timeless elegance, a sight that made my heart ache."Anastasia," he whispered as he stared into my eyes."What is she doing here?"Matthew asked as he sprang to his feet. "I
ANASTASIA "Anastasia," I heard my name again. I opened my eyes and found Harry in my room."I am sorry," he mumbled and quickly walked out. I sat up and wiped the beads of sweat that had dripped all over my body. "It was a dream," I whispered to myself.Feeling aroused and a little bit ashamed, I descended from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Glancing at the wall clock, I realized I had overslept; it was already eight o'clock. I ran a warm bath, adding my rose-scented shower gel and a few drops of my favourite essential oils. I removed my nightwear and slipped into the bathtub.An hour later, I was dressed and seated at the dining table, ready for breakfast. The maid, Maria, who had introduced herself earlier, informed me that Harry was in a virtual meeting and would be joining me soon. I wasn't looking forward to seeing him, not after what had just happened that morning in my bedroom. "Why did he even come into my bedroom without my permission?" I mumbled to myself. I sett
ANASTASIA The man in the grey suit sat and listened attentively throughout my interview. A subtle smile was on his lips. After the interview, as I left the building, my mind replayed the entire encounter, the questions, my answers, and most prominently, the mysterious Mr. Grey Suit. Reaching home, I found Mia laying down on the couch with a tub of popcorn balanced on her lap. "So, how was it?" Mia asked. "How did the interview go? Did you wow them with your HR expertise?"I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, i sighed and looked up at Mia. "I think I might have… stuck my foot in my mouth," I confessed, I narrated my entire interaction with the handsome stranger.Mia's eyes widened in surprise. "You told him to go home and change because he looked too rich?" She asked and started laughingShe laughed so hard tears started flowing from her eyes. "Oh, Anastasia! What were you thinking?"I buried my face in a throw pillow, mortified. "I don't know! i was so nervous and looked
HARRY The second Matthew said, "What is she doing here?", I knew there was some serious baggage between him and Anastasia. My parents looked at each other and I could see that there was a lot I didn't know. After Matthew walked out, I became even more confused. "Why did it have to be her?", My Dad muttered, "I don't understand," I said. Mom, ever the voice of reason, dropped a bombshell. "Son," she said gently, " didn't you know that Anastasia was engaged to Matthew? Your nephew." My jaw hit the floor. I whipped my head around to look at Anastasia, expecting some kind of explanation. But she wouldn't meet my gaze. The revelation hung heavy in the air, adding another layer to the already suffocating silence. The air grew thick with tension, and the car ride back home stretched into an eternity. I kept stealing glances at Anastasia, hoping she'd finally break the silence and explain everything. But she didn’t, I finally spoke up, "why didn't you tell me that you were once e