Page 127 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

JOHN’S POV.

I walked out of Dad’s mansion into the beautiful night, and saw the guests doing various things. Due to the fact that the wedding had taken place in the evening, they had been told they would stay overnight, and have a feast to celebrate the wedding the next day.

“My good man, John! Come here.” One of Dad’s best friends, who had flown thirteen hours just to attend my wedding said, opening his arms.

We embraced, and he slapped my shoulder, “There you go. You’re all grown up now. You found yourself a beautiful bride.” He said, and the people with him all laughed.

“You know, this boy was a really ambitious boy from the start. When he was five, he would sit on his dad’s lap while we talked about business, and politics, and he would ask a lot of questions.”

“You did that, John?” A woman asked, and I smiled, lowering my gaze out of respect.

“You know what this lad would say whenever we told him he didn’t need those answers because he was a kid? Tell them, Johnny. Tell them what you used to tell us.”

“I always said I would be Alpha someday, and needed all the knowledge I could get.” I replied, and they all boomed in laughter.

“That’s a smart boy. Your dad must be so proud.”

“He was just five?”

“You will make a great Alpha!”

“The funniest part is…” I began. “I never understood whatever they told me.” I said, and sent them spiraling in laughter again.

“Where’s your bride?” One of them asked, and my smile faded a tad. We had been together in the makeup room, but she had left after saying something that left me really confused, as to all I’d done.

“She’s having her beauty rest. She needs to stay beautiful for me.” I replied, and they all laughed again.

They didn’t release me until I had four glasses of wine with them, and told them the story of me and Emily.

When I was free of them, I went to my room and loosened my tie, slamming the door behind me.

I was married happily. So why was I so bitter? I took off my jacket, and threw it on the bed, before slumping in my chair.

Why did it feel like such a bad day? My satisfaction and happiness had slowly crumbled as the wedding began.

Emily couldn’t even control her sadness. It was then I realized she loved Lucas. It wasn’t just a friendship or attraction thing. She loved him. Her tears when Derella had sang for us were for Lucas.

From that point, my satisfaction and happiness had hit the bottom levels, and she had stamped it out by leaving me in the makeup room with words to ponder upon.

What was the point of doing it all? It was just like having a burger without all the meat inside. Noodles without the seasoning, a cup without water, a summer without sun, spring without flowers…….. a body, without a heart.

I wanted her heart, and not her body, but I had only married her body.

My gifts had been delivered to my room, and I opened them slowly.

I laughed at his note, and laughed again.

It was Josh who got married while we were in college. In high school, he had been a playboy who swore never to get married. They had given birth continuously to three boys. The first was five, the second, four, and the last, three.

More gifts, and well-wishing notes. They made me laugh, and a few made me wonder if things would ever be right. Had I ruined chances of going back to the past?

Why was the past so bright? Why? It made the future look dim, and hopeless. Could the future ever be brighter than the past?

I doubted that.

I took a walk into the night, walking past the streets, and looking at all the happy people around me.

Why did they all have to flock out on that very night?

From a few people, I heard talk about our marriage, which apparently was a blast as all the important, and famous names were there. I had personally invited a few celebrities.

I sat on a bench, with an old man, who was counting a few dollar notes.

“Why do you seem so heavy, young man?” He asked, still looking at the notes he was counting.

“I cheated my wife over and over again, and she would never forgive me.” I said, without fear. What would an old man do with gossip? Also, he wasn’t even looking at me.

“That’s foolish of you to say. The human heart is weak to apologies.”

“Apologies?” I scoffed. “I’ve done that.”

“No, boy. Not spoken apologies—apologies that can be seen by everyone. Don’t do fake things.

Let them be real. Be good. Stop the things she hates, and start all over again.

It might take a few years, and even though trust will stay broken, something else would bring you together.

Something fragile only you can keep from breaking.

” He said, and I thought deeply on his words.

I did that, and it had worked the first time.

I had shown Emily how eager I was to make us come back together, and we became friends, but I ruined it all.

“In other words, I need patience.” I said.

“Definitely.”

I opened my wallet, and handed him all the notes in it. He was stunned by all the money.

“Thanks, but I’ve got no patience.” I said, getting to my feet.

As I walked, I wrote a single text.

I sent it to all the women I constantly slept with, and they were actually more than I imagined.

I wanted to be real with Emily.

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