Page 2 of Accidental Orc Daddy

Whatever is going on? I hesitate, of course, to disturb, but something, perhaps my curiosity or maybe intuition, urges me to take a closer look.

I lean forward and place my eye through the narrow gap of the opened door. I should look away, but I just can’t. Then I wish I had, as my stomach drops and my heart fails a beat before exploding into a furious flutter.

It can’t be. I just can not believe what I am seeing. But there’s no reason to doubt the sight before my eyes. There is Duncan, my fiance, tangled up in some hot mess with my wedding planner.

The bastard. Anger starts to boil within me. How could he do this? And with her? She’s half his age. Oh, there’s the rub right there—little strumpet playing her game on my Duncan.

I steady myself, and I think no. I won’t rush in and hit both of them with a high heel each. I’ll bide my time. Duncan has been a shit, and Duncan will play for his sins. But he won’t tear down my dream. I owe it to the little girl that was me.

So, I leave them to it. My bags should be in my room by now. I fancy a hot bath and a glass of something strong.

* * *

So here I am. I’m walking down the aisle as a bride-to-be. My future husband, Duncan, turns and smiles at me. The room is beautiful. It’s everything I hoped it would be. All my family and friends have gathered to witness this moment, and I intend not to disappoint them.

I savor every smile as I glide down the aisle in the dress my dreams had hoped for. My chosen music guides me to the altar, and my future awaits me.

All eyes are fixed on me as I take my place beside Duncan at the altar. I flutter my eyes like a bride should as my veil is lifted and my face revealed. The gasp of delight from those who have gathered brings calm to my soul and a resolve that I am making the right decision.

I turn and smile at Duncan. Then I turn and nod my head, which signals the lowering of a large screen. The room goes silent, the cameras stop taking pictures, and the images and texts sent appear on the screen in front of everyone to see.

Duncan and the strumpet, all their secret meetings and kisses, their texts and their dirty sexting as big as the lie he told, as clear as my mind is right now.

I relish as I watch the blood drain from that bastard Duncan’s face. I’m not even concerned as the wedding planner faints, and no one catches her. The only person I care about right now is me, and that is how, from here on, it is going to be.

The room explodes in gasps, whispers, and yells to kill that bastard, Duncan. I let them vent. I let it all sink in, the deeds this dirty dog Duncan has done.

“Meiko, what are you doing?” Duncan asks, the panic evident on his face.

“Sorry, sweetie, me?” I reply and launch my foot, which is nestled in a very expensive high heel shoe, and enjoy his expression as it connects with his useless balls.

I watch as Duncan doubles over and begins to heave, snot flying from his big nose. I look at his best man reaching out for him and raise my eyebrow. He retreats. He knows Duncan must be left to his own devices.

I turn and face the lovely people who have gathered here today for me and let Duncan’s side of the room hurry out with shame.

“Shame!” my supporters yell at them as they hurry out the doors at the back of the room.

“He should be strung up!” they continue.

“It’s not our fault,” one of them replies. Which only incites more threats of violence from my side of the room.

It’s time I brought all this to an end. Duncan has now collapsed on the floor, clutching his chest and calling out for his mother. The wedding planner has just about managed to crawl her way to the fire exit but is about to be stopped by some of my angry aunties.

Chaos now reigns, but I must bring it under control.

“Ladies, gentlemen, dear family and friends. I want to thank you all for coming here today to witness the end of Duncan and me. As I look upon him, rolling around the floor and calling out for his mother, I thank the stars for discovering the truth about the sneaky little rat before it was too late,” I say.

“He’s getting hung!” someone shouts out.

“Wait ‘till we get our hands on him!” another adds.

“I want my mommy!” Duncan yells louder.

“I’ll cut his cock off!” my father yells.

“I understand that you want that, and I do too, but it’s more than he deserves. I can only be responsible for myself. And from here on in, that is what I will do. I will look after myself. No one else can do it,” I say as I bow my head and remove my veil, let it drop to the floor, turn, and toss my bouquet into the crowd.

I watch as it rises into the air. The people move from its path and let it fall to the floor.