The sharp morning light cut through the curtains and made Trey squint. His head throbbed as if a hammer was striking the inside of his skull. He pushed himself up from the bed, the sheets twisted around his waist, his shirt nowhere in sight, the sour taste of liquor still clinging to his tongue. He ran a hand down his face, trying to pull together the missing pieces of the night before. After his third glass of wine, everything was a blank haze.
A soft rustle pulled his attention, and he turned his head. He froze when he saw Gia Morgan on the other side of the bed. The blanket slipped from her bare shoulder, and her eyes widened the moment she realized he was awake and looking at her. Her face lost all color as she clutched the blanket tightly to her chest, holding it as though it was her only protection.
Trey's jaw locked, and he swung his legs off the bed. Without speaking further, he grabbed his pants from the floor and shoved them on in sharp, impatient movements. His eyes never left her, and his expression carried no warmth.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hard, flat, and edged with disgust.
Gia sat up slowly, wrapping her arms around the blanket. Her throat felt dry, but her words came out steady though quiet. "I don't know. I don't even remember how I got here," she said.
Trey gave a cold, humorless laugh as he reached for his shirt and shook his head in disbelief. "You don't remember. That's convenient. You expect me to believe you just wandered into my bed, and somehow both of us ended up like this?" he asked.
"I'm telling the truth," Gia said. Her fingers clutched the blanket so tightly her knuckles turned white. "I don't remember anything after I drank the wine."
Trey shoved his arms into his shirt and buttoned it, each movement clipped and controlled. His eyes cut into hers as he said, "You planned this. Is merging the company not enough? You still want my name?"
Gia's lips parted, her chest heavy from the venom in his words. "No. I didn't. I would never do that," she said. She had been in love with him since she was sixteen, but she knew she would never stoop to something like this. She also knew that Trey was already in love with someone else.
"Stop lying," Trey snapped. His voice was sharp, and each word landed like an insult. "Last night was nothing but a setup, and you think I'm stupid enough to fall for it."
Gia's mind spun as she tried to push through the fog. She attempted to remember anything after the drinks but found nothing. The room, the way she ended up there, everything was gone from her memory. She whispered, broken, "I didn't set this up. I swear. Even if I had feelings for you since I was young, I would never do something like this. I never even tried to get close to you."
Trey's stare hardened, his eyes cutting into her. "Don't pretend innocence with me. Pretend that it didn't happen," he said.
He gave her one last look of disgust before yanking the door open and walking out, leaving her sitting on the bed, her body stiff with shock, shame, and confusion.
Gia stayed frozen for several long minutes after he left, her thoughts racing in circles. Finally, she stood and dressed quickly, her movements clumsy and unsteady. Her purse was on the chair, and when she pulled out her phone, her breath caught.
It buzzed with notifications, dozens of messages filling the screen.
Congratulations on the wedding.
Happy for you and Trey.
Wishing you both the best future together.
Her hand shook as she opened her social media feed, and the images hit her immediately.
She and Trey sat at a table with a lawyer, one of the family's closest friends, holding pens over marriage papers. Another photo showed Trey slipping a ring onto her finger, his smile loose and glassy but undeniably present. Both of them looked drunk, laughing too freely, too relaxed to care about what they were doing.
Gia dropped the phone onto the bed. Her knees gave out, and she sat down hard, staring blankly at the floor. Married. She was married to Trey De Silva.
Before she could process it, her phone rang again. The sound startled her. It was her mother. Gia pressed accept with a trembling hand.
"Gia," her mother's voice snapped, sharp and urgent. "What is going on? The media is full of pictures of you and Trey last night. The lawyer confirmed it. Did you think you could hide this from us?"
"Mom," Gia stammered. "I don't know what happened. I don't remember. I was drunk." She hated how pathetic that sounded, but it was the only truth she had.
"You signed those papers," her mother said firmly. "No one forced you. It's official. You're married to him now. Come home immediately. We need to deal with this."
The call ended, leaving Gia with her pulse racing and her mind heavier than before. She gathered her things with clumsy hands and walked out of the room, her head low.
By the afternoon, both families gathered in the De Silva mansion. The house was spacious and polished, but the atmosphere was strained. The wide hall echoed faintly with every movement, and the air inside felt heavy with tension. Trey sat across the room, his expression cold and unyielding, his anger clear in the rigid set of his jaw. His mother, Stephanie De Silva, sat beside him, composed and controlled. Holland, his father, remained quiet but watchful, his gaze sharp as it moved between the two families.
Gia sat close to her mother, her stomach twisted in knots. She could feel Trey's contempt directed toward her, steady and suffocating.
"This is not a joke," Stephanie said, her tone breaking the silence. "You two signed the documents yourselves. It was witnessed by a lawyer. It is legal. People are already talking about it everywhere."
Trey leaned forward, his voice steady but cold. "This was a mistake. I want a divorce. I'll tell the media it was nothing but a drunken accident," he said.
"No," Stephanie replied immediately, her voice controlled and firm. "That would only make things worse. You will not embarrass this family. You are married now, and for as long as it takes, you will live as husband and wife. People will not see weakness from us."
Trey's jaw tightened, and he turned toward Gia with a glare. "You must be proud. You got exactly what you wanted," he said.
Gia's throat felt locked, but her voice still came out raw. "I didn't want this. I don't even know why it happened. That's the truth. Why didn't anyone stop us? Why did nobody say anything at the party?" she asked.
Trey laughed without humor, his expression unchanged. "Of course you don't remember. That's all you'll ever say. But let me make one thing clear—don't think for a second this means anything. I don't want you. I will never want you. The moment I get the chance, this marriage is over," he said.
Gia lowered her gaze to the floor, her vision blurring as her eyes stung. She had no answers, no memory, and no explanation. All she had was the truth that she was now Trey De Silva's wife, and he despised her for it.