Accidentally Married to the Billionaire 3(26)

“No swiping on Tinder. Go out, keep the reservation, see if your friend Britt can join you,” he said, obviously done with the topic.

“Britt is in California. Which you would know if—you know what? Never mind. Just go. I’m not having this fight. There’s no point.”

Marj dropped the velvet box and its contents on the couch and stalked into the bedroom, slamming the door. She heard him leave. She removed the dress and placed it carefully on the hanger, looking at it a little sadly. Instead of diamonds, she wished he’d given her an actual apology. The worst part was, she knew he wasn’t sorry. It was just a fact of how he lived his life. His dad’s company came first, and he had a demanding career. If she fell by the wayside, he figured she could deal with it until he had time for her.

On one hand, the mature response would be understanding and sympathy that he, too, was missing out on fun together time due to this unexpected business trip. On the other hand, she didn’t feel all that mature, and he didn’t seem all that disappointed either.

Marj knotted her silk robe at her waist and scrubbed her face clean of makeup. She made her way down to the kitchen and snagged a bottle of Chardonnay from the cooler and a single glass.

She sat on the terrace, drinking crisp, buttery wine and listening to the sounds of other city dwellers going out for the evening. The terrace looked down on a private courtyard, an oasis of slender trees and flower boxes, but beyond that, she could hear the bustle of Friday night going on without her. Three glasses in, she wandered back to the kitchen and found some olives and manchego and made herself a picnic with a sleeve of crackers. She sat outside, snacking and drinking, and tears slipped down her cheeks. She scolded herself. Self-pity, total first world problem. Rich husband was too busy to take her out, so she had to soothe herself with expensive wine and cheese on her gorgeous private terrace. Still, shaming herself didn’t make her feel any better.

Marj thought about looking for a new volunteering opportunity, but what she wanted wasn’t a way to pass the time. She wanted her marriage, wanted a relationship where she saw him every day for more than ten minutes, wanted to be in the same room with him instead of having messaging and emails.

She took her glass of wine up to the bedroom and took out her tablet. Maybe she’d read those Fifty Shades books everyone was talking about a while back. It had to be better than moping about how she wasn’t getting any. Her impulse to send jokey texts to Brandon while he was on the plane—a way she usually kept connected with him—withered when she recalled his disgusted comment that she knew he had to work and she could leave him at the six month mark. That didn’t make her feel very playful.

She cued up the magazine article about them with its flawless pictures. They looked like the perfect couple, so beautiful and at ease with one another. She scrolled down, staring at each photo for a long time. Swiping the screen she found that there were over four hundred comments on the article. She started to scroll through, and her eyes bugged open in shock.

This is total bullshit. He only married her to get the $$. Guys like that don’t go for women like her. Look at her! Totally cheap, trashy looking.

They are about as believable a love match as Trump and his hot wife…only this is the reverse, the hot guy is rich and the troll is poor.

Ever wonder what it would be like if Prince William had married the fat redhead from the View? Me neither but this shows me the answer anyway. No one as hot as him wants some obnoxious bitch taking his phone away.

She’s ugly AF and he only wants the $$

Obvs paid the writer to say it looked real. Anyone who sees these pictures knows the real deal: he had to marry some desperate cow to get his daddy’s company back. And this ho got her claws in him good, looks like.

They fell in love at first sight in Vegas? Alcohol! I’m guessing he was drunk and desperate and she was easy. It’s like watching one of the Teen Moms marry into the Kennedys. So sad.

I bet she’s been on the Bachelor like five times looking for a rich guy.

Wanna know something disgusting? I found her Tinder profile…still ACTIVE and this ho been swiping on dudes all along. Didn’t even quit when she married Prince Charming here. Bet he don’t know she’s F***ing around! Hope he finds out and leaves her nasty ass.

Looks like he picked up an extra from Real Housewives of the Trailer Park to me.

I hope Brandon Cates don’t let her touch him with that nasty mouth. He will get STI’s from her for sure. Total slut.

I heard she grew up poor and lived in a trailer park. She’s definitely not socialite material.

Marj scrolled down. It seemed like every single comment was worse than the last one. Anonymous trolls got in arguments about which Golden Girl she looked like (Bea Arthur FTW) and there were plenty of filthy suggestions about where her mouth and other parts of her had been and how she was too ugly/trashy/inferior for someone like Brandon to want her.