The rest of the article was fine. Not much substance, touching on all the business under their corporation. They mentioned my business and more about my parents, but it was fine. And the pictures were…
Some of them were beautiful. All of them were beautiful. But it didn’t make it easier to look at photos of me. The way I felt in my body and the way my body appeared didn’t always match up. Even when I felt gorgeous, a photo of me at the wrong angle could ruin everything. Even the memory.
Most of these were good. A couple weren’t great, but the majority I could look at without cringing, which was a relief. But there was one picture that stopped me in my tracks. It raised the hairs on my arms.
I remembered the moment. Right at the beginning of taking all the pictures. I’d felt so free and so happy, and the smile on my face proved that. Cameron had his arm around my waist. Micah stood on my other side, and Everett was behind him, staring at me. They all looked at me, locked in with matching smiles on their faces, and we all looked so fucking happy it leaked from the picture.
I saved it to my phone. That was one I would keep.
The end of the article came, and I scrolled down without thinking. Fuck. I knew this might happen, but knowing it and seeing it in front of your eyes was brutal.
That cow landed them? Must be for her money.
Well, no. They had more money than I’d ever dream of having. Even after I got my trust and the estate passed to me, my parents’ money didn’t hold a candle.
There’s no way this is fucking real. Not with a person who looks like that.
I think it’s sweet. Everyone deserves love. Hope she gets her shit together though and makes herself match her husbands.
I closed the article and shook my head, heavy uneasiness resting on my chest. It was fine. Those strangers didn’t know me, and they had no idea of the real circumstances. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t dealt with before. But…
This would be on a global scale. I didn’t think I’d realized how big it all would be.
Since I hadn’t posted anything to my socials, the comments weren’t on a post about the wedding, they were flooding my other pictures. Commenting on my body.
But there was another tag too. From Everett. From all of them, actually, but I clicked on Everett’s post. It was a picture I hadn’t seen yet. Of us during the ceremony and the moment he kissed me. Even in the photo, you could tell the kiss wasn’t chaste. He had me pressed up against his body, and I didn’t even remember that happening. All I remembered was that the kiss had been everything I wanted and needed, and this picture showed it.
The caption was two words.
My wife.
I didn’t bother to look at the comment on the post. They would be bad or good, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the post itself.
Should I post a picture on mine?
Hmm. I wasn’t a celebrity. I had some followers, but mostly just friends and acquaintances. Still, I was being tagged over and over again, and comments were coming in. If they were going to comment on my socials anyway, it would be easier to do it on a post that was actually relevant.
So I found the picture I’d just saved and uploaded it, following Everett’s lead.
My husbands.
There wasn’t much more to say.
Cam had posted him feeding me a bit of cake, and Micah chose the moment he put his ring on my finger. All of them were great.
The door to the house opened and Ruby came outside. I hadn’t seen her yet. “Hey, you’re here.”
“I’m here. Do you need anything?”
“I’m good for now. What do they have you doing here?”
She laughed. “Nothing except helping you.”
I stared. “What?”
With a shrug, she smiled. “They asked if I’d be willing to come with you, and I said yes. They’re paying me more than Frank and Laura ever did, and all I have to do is make sure you’re comfortable and have whatever you need. So consider me at your beck and call.”
“Wow.”