Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 

Elysia’s heart sank like a stone dropped into the depths of the ocean. One moment, she was a nobody, and the next, she had somehow transformed into the wife of a billionaire. 

If it were anyone else, they’d probably be over the moon, right? 

But her? She just wanted to cry. 

The higher Tarquin’s pedestal, the more power he wielded, the less she felt capable of standing up to him. 

To everyone else, he was a titan, and if he refused to divorce, what could she possibly do against him? 

Oh heavens, she thought, why not just take her out of her misery? 

Elysia’s sudden transformation into a picture of gloom didn’t go unnoticed by Blossom, who mistook her friend’s expression for shock at the bombshell news about Tarquin. 

“You know, even though Tarquin’s as handicapped as your hubby, stories about him could fill books,” Blossom said, not realizing the irony of her words. “He’s never shown his face around town–no one knows what he looks like–but legends of him are everywhere. 

But, my dear, he’s like a prince from a fairy tale, and we’re just average Janes. There’s no need to be scared at the mention of his name. We don’t cross paths with his kind, and he doesn’t know us from Adam, so no worries!” 

Elysia felt the urge to cry even more. How could she not know him? 

She was his wife! 

And not just any wife, but one accused of infidelity, who had so angered him that he demanded she leave with nothing but the clothes on her back! 

Now, he was refusing to divorce her, clearly as a form of revenge. 

What was she to do? 

In a desperate attempt to keep her composure and not ruin the mood for Blossom and the kids, Elysia quickly made an excuse to leave. “I need to use the restroom. You guys go ahead and order; I’ll be right back.” 

“You need the restroom?” Blossom pointed to a hidden door in the private dining room. “It’s right there.” 

“I’d rather use the one outside. Is there one?” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“Great, you guys order. I’m not picky; I’ll eat anything.” 

20:12 

With that, Elysia hurried out of the room. 

In the restroom, she stared at her reflection, on the brink of tears. She had been planning on cornering Tarquin at his office to force a divorce, but now it seemed a distant dream. 

He was perched at the peak of the pyramid while she was stuck in the mud. 

It was like heaven and earth–how could she possibly fight back? 

Elysia figured Blossom was right–she must have vandalized Cupid’s temple in a past life, and now her love life was an obstacle course. 

She didn’t want to get married, yet she was forced into it. 

Now she wanted out, and he refused to let her go! 

She felt like she was cursed, a regular jinx magnet. 

“Cash Thorne?” A familiar male voice suddenly echoed from behind her. 

Elysia snapped out of her thoughts and turned around. 

And there was Gage Slater.