The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

I didn't remember getting drunk the night before. It was just one drink. How would one fruity drink make me end up with a hammering headache? I take a deep breath and turn to the right on the soft bed, only to hit something. No, someone!

All I managed to remember from last night was being at Julian's birthday party. He was my stepsister's fiancé. It was a huge party, and many guests were present. With whom did I end up leaving?

My heart started to beat so fast as no memories of last night made their way to my head. I looked down and saw myself completely naked. Fuck! Who was that stranger I slept with? Quickly, I sat up on the bed and kept my body covered with the sheets. I was drowning in shame. I was never the kind of girl who got drunk and slept with strangers.

The stranger beside me groaned as he stirred a little. I wanted him to turn around. My curiosity was getting the best of me. I needed to see his face. My eyes were fixated on him, unable to move with millions of questions running through my head.

I waited for him to turn around and once he did, I wanted to bury myself alive. My eyes were open wide, and my mouth parted in shock. How the hell did we end up in bed together? Out of everyone at the party, I had to find myself in bed with Julian. This was an absolute nightmare.

I never wanted to betray Fiona. No matter how different we were, I never thought about doing something as horrible as that. My dad was going to kill me and my stepmother would make sure to give me a slow and painful death.

"What the fuck!?" Julian's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Pure shock was crystal clear on his face. Quite understandable. I was in the same state too. "How the hell did we end up here?" he asked.

"I don't know. I don't know anything. I have just woken up and I can't remember anything from last night," I replied, rubbing my temples as the headache got stronger the more I spoke.

"I don't even remember talking to you last night!" he hissed.

"Neither do I! Do you think I'm in love with this situation?" I fired back. Julian and I weren't fond of one another., just like how Fiona wasn't fond of me.

"We slept together, Emily! Do you realize the mess we are in? I'm about to marry your sister in three months. You've just ruined my life!" I wanted to correct him and tell him that Fiona was never a sister to me. She was merely a stepsister, but it wasn't the time for that. I had other things to care about, like the fact that he was acting like I was the one who lured him into sleeping with me.

"And my life isn't ruined? Do you think I orchestrated this or something? I have a boyfriend I'm in love with and once he finds out about this, he's going to leave me." I was baffled and petrified. I didn't want Chester to leave me, but this was bad, and nothing could make him believe that I was innocent.

"Oh, I wouldn't put it past you," he sarcastically chuckles, making me frown. What the hell did he mean by that?

bed and tried to get dressed under the covers. He might have seen me naked last night, but I didn't even remember entering that

growing hatred, but I honestly

as he buttoned up his shirt, and I ran after him as I

talk about this mess. You can't just leave!" I snapped at him as he walked out of the room, and

I stepped into the hall because the last person I

My boyfriend.

shock, and I was sure that

hell were you doing in Julain's

eyes landed on Chester. How was

let me explain," I muttered, my

happened, Emily?" Chester cornered me against the wall and I had to suck in my

with

I flinched when he

to get away from her." Julian surprised me by pushing Chester away

you we don't know what happened," Julian hissed, standing in front of Chester. By now, my body was slightly shaking. "I don't care about her at all". "What's going on?" I looked up and

door to his suite, and we all

it looks like!" Julian quickly said as he walked over to his fiancée. Fiona's eyes were

in her eyes, then her eyes landed on me. The look was different. I would be dead if looks could kill. Suddenly, she launched herself at me

was he pinning all of this on me? I knew that the odds were in his favor, not mine, but I wasn't going to let him throw the whole blame on me. Not once in my life had I looked at him romantically. I wasn't attracted to

"She's a fucking slut!"

on the door interrupted us and