The Alpha Who Stole My Christmas

"Josh!"

The little Christmas trees in my hands fell. I could not believe my eyes, my soon-to-be husband with his pants down with his mum.

He quickly got out of bed. "It is not what you think, Lisa. I can explain."

My feet got stuck to the ground. Not in my wildest imagination would I picture my Christmas Eve like this.

I did not know where I got the strength to drag my feet out, ignoring his voice calling me to wait.

I was close to getting into my car when he dragged me, putting a halt to my step.

"Lisa, just listen. You did not have to see that. I am sorry about being careless."

Being careless? I scoffed. It only meant this was not the first time.

"Our wedding is in two days, and you know what that means: fucking the same hole till whenever. I just wanted to have the last taste."

I could not utter a word for some minutes. I had to pinch myself so hard. It dawned on me it was not a bad dream after all.

"How long have you been sleeping with your mum? Do you not have any shame?" The words came out more like a whisper than a question.

"Step mum. She is my step mum." He tried holding my shoulders, but I shrugged him off. "We do not need any of this distraction, Lisa. Let us talk about this after the wedding."

I started laughing hysterically. I had been a fool. The signs of his misbehaviour had always been there, but I was foolishly clouded by love.

I took a step to enter my car, and he stopped me. That was it. I let my hands leave a blueprint on his face. The effect of the slap made him stagger.

"You must be a joker if you think I will walk down the aisle with you after everything I saw today."

I entered my car and was about to drive when I heard him screaming out loud. "You cannot tell anybody what you saw. You know they will not believe you, Lisa. Your family needs me more than I need them."

I did not wait to listen to any crap he had to say. I hit the road with nowhere in mind, struggling to remain focused even when the tears would not stop flowing.

I just wanted to surprise him and spend Christmas Eve with him. Silly me. I let out a slight chuckle.

What do they say about alcohol making you feel numb? Not a fan of it, but tonight is different. I only want to feel numb.

I stopped in front of a club and went inside and straight to the bar. "Give me the strongest cocktail. Something to make me feel numb."

Within two minutes, my order was placed in front of me, and I gulped it down.

"Arghhh." My throat burned. Why was it so bitter? I opened my eyes to place another order, but