Page 21 of The Wrong Husband

"Really, Nana? Uncle Damian married you?"

"I know. He was drunk and it didn't last long but it did happen."

"Cool."

Somehow, in my imagination, even my imaginary grandkids couldn't blame Damian for dumping my flat ass. Probably because I never saw marriage and grandkids in my future.

I didn't see much beyond art.

Relationships were messy. What did they bring you? Besides three stitches on your forehead and a really violent slap?

We were in some private clinic. A very fancy place. The doctor looked at Damian accusingly, probably thinking he was witnessing a case of domestic abuse.

"Dr…Pradhan?" I rolled his name in my mouth, so I pronounced it correctly, "You've got it wrong. My mother slapped me, and my sister pushed me, and I fell. She didn't mean for this to happen. Mama on the other hand, well, my skin bruises easily." It was a bullshit lie. My skin did no such thing, but I didn't need the good doctor to call the cops on Maeve Winters. That would definitely screw my life up.

"What?" Dr. Pradhan stared at me. "That's still assault. We should—"

"I married my sister's boyfriend." I pointed at Damian. "I've got to give them a pass on this. Don't you agree?"

Dr. Pradhan was now not very impressed with me either. He turned to Damian. "She's Bianca's sister?"

"Yep."

"And you married her?"

"Yep."

The doctor looked at me.

"I know, I'm just as surprised," I chortled. My head was swimming and I felt drunk. I'd have one hell of a hangover, which sucked because I hadn't even been drinking.

"I didn't hit her, but I have half a mind to have her mother and sister booked on assault," Damian growled.

"No," I cried out and winced again because my head didn't like that, not one little bit. "Please, no. Just sign those annulment papers, Damian. We made a mistake and... Doctor, I'm feeling very tired."

"Yeah, that happens when we shoot you up with painkillers." The doctor's voice sounded like it was coming from far away. "Make sure she rests, and I'll check on her tomorrow," I heard him say and then I blissfully blacked out.

Bliss didn't last long.

"Open your eyes, Emilia," someone woke me up.

I opened my eyes.

"Good girl. Now, do you know what date it is?"

"Fuck no," I mumbled. "I never know what date it is. Is it a good date?" I laughed at my own joke and groaned in pain.

"Fine. Do you know who the President is?"

"Yes." I told him who it was.

"Good. Now, follow my finger."

Damian kept waking me up. The last time he did was at eight in the morning and that was when I noticed my surroundings.

"Where am I?" I asked him after he did the 'who's the president' nonsense.

"My place. How do you feel?"