Planning My Ex-Husband's Wedding

Emily's POV. I felt the strange wave of dizziness hit me suddenly again as I went about my daily routine in my room in the mansion that I had come to know as my home. A wave of chills washed over me as I recalled the familiarity of this feeling. It was a few minutes past six am. I had woken up later than I should have. I rushed into the bathroom in a flash and emptied the content of my stomach. My hair stuck to my face as small beads of perspiration formed on my forehead. I dabbed my face with a small face towel and rushed back to the room. With weak hands, I picked up the hair brush that had been going through my hair before to resume, brushing my hair and packing it in a bun. Mrs Wilson, my mother-in-law, had instructed that my hair be styled before I stepped out of my room. It made me wonder if I was such an eyesore for her. She could barely stand my presence sometimes. I rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the family. The table has to be set by six thirty. I

Emily's POV.I was downtrodden!He asked me to get out of his car so late in the night.I stood outside the car with its door wide open, and Eric's girlfriend sauntered over to the seat I formally occupied, brushing my shoulder harshly.The chilly air hit my skin, and I shivered slightly, standing beside the car."I don't know why you won't just divorce her!", the lady's voice was carried through the air to my hearing, and my heart shattered even more.It hurt enough that his mother was talking about our divorce already, but hearing this stranger talk about it as well made me want to scream in frustration."Baby, you know I can't. Not yet at least", Eric explained desperately, and she huffed in annoyance."You've probably fallen in love with her and spent want to be associated with me anymore," she snapped. I caught sight of her arms folded across her frame.Eric's face as he tried to make her see reasons with him made my stomach churn with an unexplainable feeling."Come on, babe. Yo

Eric's POVI adjusted my jacket as I strode briskly across the large living room with my leather briefcase in my hand and a permanent scowl etched on her face."Eric, darling. Are you off to work?"My mother rushed over to me, placing her two hands on my arms as she tried to get me to slow down."But-We have not even talked about the wedding preparations," she argued, pulling me to a seat.I sighed.A wedding. That has been all that has been on her mind since Emily left. It made a splitting headache break out in my head.Lola could not have been happier when I had been made to propose to her and introduce her to the family. Her wish was finally granted, but it felt like my hopes had just been dashed.Any hope of being free from my mother's controlling grip would be dashed when I get married to Lola, who seemed to be under her spell. Any hope of finding and reuniting with Emily would be dashed, and the thought of that alone made my facial expression harden.I could not take it."I ha

Eric's POV"The cake has to be perfect; nothing like you have ever created. It has to be the most spectacular thing anyone has ever seen. It has to be talk-of-the-town gorgeous", my mother went on describing to the small but first-class baker who sat opposite her."Yes, ma'am. We deliver only the best, and yours won't be an exception. ""Listen to me, it was to be huge. Very tall. We are using a hall with large ceilings, so it has to be much taller than the couple or even the entrance to the hall. It will be bought in through the roof. It must have a grand entrance", she kept describing.The woman nodded, swallowing hard. "Of course"Lola interjected. "Make it pink, please. Pink and white with gold edges. Pink is my favourite colour. ""Pink," the woman noted audibly while writing into a book in her hands."Also, please add some tiny gold bells..."I zoned out of their conversation, which was going on in the li

Eric's POVSnap!My pen snapped in half as I applied intense pressure to it with my thumb.Dammit!That lying and manipulating witch!My brows were scrunched as I glared at my laptop screen, seeing nothing but red.It was funny to think that I actually loved Lola and was willing to try to work the marriage out if I never found Emily.I couldn't believe I had not noticed the signs earlier. All her sickly sweet tones, her persistence, her pressure, her 'I love you's'. They were all fake.She was just a damn puppet in my mother's hands.My mother had gone far this time. She would really go to any length to ensure that she could control me and make me live according to her wishes and rules, but this was just the height!I had returned back to work the previous night immediately after I overheard their conversations. I just did not want to hear from or see either Lola or my mum anymore.My office was a rather satisfying place to stay than to stay anywhere close to those manipulating and s