Chapter 40

The full five-minute drive to the wedding is akin to a funeral march. Every second that passed is a second towards my death sentence.

I'm having difficulty in breathing but I don't want it to show in front of my mother because she might stop me completely.

She decided to accompany me to avoid any stupid action I might make according to her. But in my dejected and mournful state now, I don't think my mother could stop me from doing anything drastic.

We entered a country club and then pulled off outside an open hall that's filled with all kinds of expensive flowers. A line of chairs covered with elegant white linen are on each side of the aisle where Von and Sandy were holding hands and staring lovingly at each other before an officiating priest.

I tried to open the door to go out but my mother was quick to stop me. I looked at her begging.

"Mom, please. Just this once, please. Let me go out. Please."

I reached for her hands and squeezed them