Miley's POV
It's been a week since the wedding. I haven't spoken to Nick since that incident in the hotel room… well I wouldn't know what to say either but I feel this guilt eating me from inside every single day I woke up to Liam's physique beside me. Liam is really perfect and I really love him. But deep down I know he will never replace Nick…no one will.
I got ready to leave the house for the studio…took a last look at my sound asleep husband, sighed and left. As my engine was warming up I looked down at my finger…my ring finger to be exact. A strange feeling hit me. It felt so right yet felt so wrong. I drove off drowning my thoughts in the overly loud radio from my car.
To make my day worse, the studio entrance was swarmed with paparazzi…I picked a wrong day to meet my peeps there…
I breathed in and stepped out of the car as cameras started flashing at me.
Why would others even dream about living this life with such annoyance coming from the paparazzi? I flashed a slight smile as I tried to make my way to the entrance hoping they would at least switch off the god damn flash lights…I don't know much about photography but its broad daylight! Shouldn't there be enough lighting…?! Anyways the thing about them is I will never know what their focus of the photo taking was.
Was it my wedding ring, my new Chanel or some other luxurious products on me that my publicist made me wear? But through all the chaotic crowding, something caught my eye. There was this man among the paparazzi. He wasn't holding a camera. I could tell he was paparazzi because they all had the same cunning looks. I walked pass him not taking my eyes off him as he slipped me a piece of paper which I confusingly received.
I eventually found shelter as I quickly un-crumbled the piece of paper as I froze at the contents. I spun around looking for that man but all I got in return was blinding camera flashes. I folded the paper in half and stuffed it into my bad as the few words kept resurfacing in my brain.
-I know what happened before your wedding-