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Chapter 1 - ONE | WALK OF SHA

CHAPTER ONE | WALK OF SHAME

AMANDA WRIGHT

I never thought I would ever experience what people call "the most embarrassing day of my life." I have always gotten everything I have ever wanted on a golden platter, and I expected it to remain that way for the rest of my life. What I never expected was to find myself standing alone at the altar, informing my guests that the wedding is canceled because my groom chickened out.

I am sitting in the church dressing room, all clad in a strapless Cinderella-like wedding dress, my face all made up, waiting for Marcus to show up for our wedding. A guard at the door walks in and says, "Delivery for Miss Wright," in a sexy British accent. I give him a small smile, my heart pounding hard against my ribs with nervousness. Everyone knows that a delivery at your wedding service is most likely not good news. I ignore the pessimistic side of me with the thought that it might be from my parents. They might have gotten over the fact that I am about to get married to someone from a lower class.

The guard doesn't smile back as I sign for the package and take the box from him. I mumble a thanks and shut the door. The box is quite small, about ten by ten centimeters. I finger the edge before tearing it open.

Karen Smith, my maid of honor and best friend, is standing by me for support. I pull out a letter and a little black velvet box that looks uncannily like the one I proposed to Marcus with.

That's right; I proposed to Marcus. I literally made all the moves in our relationship; that's how much I love him.

The letter says:

"Amanda,

I don't have much to say. I am a coward for not being able to say this to your face, but pardon me. I have never loved you, and I can never love you. You are not the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. The only reason I agreed to go on a date with you two years ago was to make the woman I truly love jealous. I couldn't get her attention no matter how hard I tried, and I noticed she was a close friend of yours. I used you to try to get her attention. It didn't work as I planned, so I had to keep dating you, hoping to one day catch her attention.

I was finally able to get her attention and intended to break up with you immediately, but she didn't want me because I am not rich.

I was only using you, Amanda.

I only needed your money to be stable enough to be with the love of my life. I have no use for you now that you're broke, so I won't be going on with the marriage.

I sold the ring you bought, but you can have the box. I really need the money.

I hope you find someone who can make your dreams come true.

Marcus Stewart."

Disoriented, dejected, humiliated, and in intense pain, I couldn't find it in me to react to what I just read. I hastily take my fake phone from the dresser and dial his number. It rings, but he doesn't pick up. I give up after I call him ten more times.

Karen seems to be freaking out more than I am as she paces. "This can't seriously be happening to you. There must be a valid explanation for this."

I try his line one more time as Karen's words encourage me a little. Once again, the bastard doesn't pick up.

"Hold on, let me try," Karen offers and calls him on her phone.

I'm about to tell her not to worry as it is useless, but to my shock, he picks up her call. I immediately take the phone from her, but he hangs up once he hears my voice.

Determined to save myself and trying to put on a brave front, I confidently walk to the altar and inform the guests that the wedding is canceled.

"I curse the day I met Marcus Stewart. I should have listened to my parents." These are the only words running through my mind as I do the walk of shame.

I met Marcus Stewart two years ago when I was in my last year of college. He was the definition of my perfect man: blond hair, blue eyes, muscular, with a smile that could knock the strongest of girls off their feet. I immediately knew after speaking to him that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

Being a girl who is used to getting what she wants, a girl who knows that she's very attractive, I wasn't afraid to approach him and ask him to go on a date with me. I was confident that he wouldn't say no, and he didn't. We went on a date at a fancy restaurant, got to know each other better, and I asked him to officially be my boyfriend afterward.

Everything went perfectly well, so for the first time in my life, I was happy… genuinely happy.

Five months into dating, I decided to introduce him to my parents. I invited him to an annual ball my daddy hosts for his business partners. I introduced him to them, expecting him to be welcomed and treated as family.

They didn't, though. The first questions Marcus was asked were his name, his parents' names, and their occupations.

The look they gave me when he told them he is an orphan and his mom was a cleaner before she died some years ago would haunt me forever. My parents looked at me like I had lost my mind for dating someone like Marcus.

I grew up being treated like a princess by parents who treated everyone with respect, but for the first time, I saw a different side to them. They visibly showed their disdain for Marcus and said some really mean words to his face. He wasn't allowed to eat, drink, or touch anything because, according to my family members and friends, he is a filthy nobody.

Saying that I was disappointed in them all would be the biggest understatement of the century. It was then I realized that the only reason my parents are nice to everyone is that we are surrounded by elites like us.

I had a fight with my parents after the party. There was a lot of crying and cursing, but at the end of the day, they decided that I was only childish, that I was infatuated and would get over it soon.

Imagine their shock when I told them Marcus and I were getting married.

They went ballistic!

I was expecting them to be upset at first but to get over it and be happy for me. What I never expected was for them to kick me out of the house with nothing but my phone and the clothes I was wearing. They took my car, clothes, blocked all the access I had to my accounts, and cut all contact with me.

Apparently, I had lost my mind. I was told to only come back home when I had gotten my senses back.

When I was in high school, I was told I was betrothed to a man named Timothy Anderson. I was betrothed to him to merge my parents' company with the Andersons. I thought it was a ridiculous deal and always told my parents I would get married to him over my dead body. I honestly thought they understood that I would never agree to an arranged marriage. I was wrong; they actually wanted me to get married to him, which is why they were so angry at me.

After my engagement to Marcus, I found out that they really needed the union to happen to expand our business.

I moved into Marcus's apartment while we planned the wedding. He was worried about the expenses and how we would survive after we were married without the support of my parents, but I assured him that they would get over everything and beg me to come back home.

Marcus had also been living off my parents' money, so it was really hard on us for the first few months I stayed with him, but we were able to manage. I had to sell my expensive phone and get a cheaper one, and I wasn't happy about it.

Since Marcus wasn't capable of financing our wedding, I got