Marrying Mr. Stranger

"Are you crazy, Anaya? You're really going to trade me for someone you just met?!" My fiancé shouted angrily, but instead of being scared, I just laughed and shook my head, giving him a sarcastic grin.

"No, Dave. I'm not crazy. My decision to marry him, even though I just met him, is the right one, better than marrying you!" I shouted back at him and then turned my gaze to the man beside me.

I didn't know him; his posture was mysterious. He was wrapped in a jacket as if he had a contagious disease, and he was wearing a mask. Only his eyebrows and eyes were visible.

I couldn't say he was ugly or unattractive because I hadn't seen his whole face yet.

"Anaya, please stop this. It's embarrassing to our guests! It's your wedding to Dave today, but why are you doing this?" My father angrily scolded me.

"Anaya, look. If I did something wrong to you, let's talk about it after the wedding," Dave pleaded, trying to hold me, but I pushed him away. I gave him a cold stare and shook my head. I faced the mysterious man beside me and then turned to the priest.

"Father, marry us," I said. The priest was surprised because he knew Dave was supposed to be my groom.

The man I had just grabbed outside didn't say anything; no words came out of his mouth. It was as if he was just letting me do what I wanted.

"Father, no. My fiancée is just hungry!" Dave shouted and approached us.

"No, father! Marry me to him right now. Where are the papers? The marriage certificate so we can sign it!" I ignored everything I was hearing around me. All I wanted was to escape the man I didn't love and whose behavior was worse than an animal's.

"W-what's going on? I'm confused. Oh, here. Write your full names and sign it as proof that you are married," the confused priest said, handing over the marriage certificate. I smiled and quickly took the paper. Without hesitation, I wrote my name and signature on it.

I thought the man I was holding wouldn't sign, but without a word, he signed it. I didn't look at his full name.

"There, it's done!" I grinned before turning to my ex-fiancé and our families.

"You're crazy!" my younger sister shouted.

I smirked. It's over.

"No, Avera. I know you're happy, so don't pretend anymore," I said with a grin.

"You're rude!" A loud, deafening slap landed on my face from my ex-fiancé's mother. The slap was so hard that my cheek went numb.

"You're ungrateful!" she shouted angrily at me.

"Ungrateful? Why? What do I owe you? Nothing, right! I didn't borrow from you, and I certainly didn't benefit from it! Besides, why don't you just marry Avera and Dave? I'd be happier and more joyful because we all know there's something going on between them!" I shouted. They fell silent, especially the family who looked like they were speechless. I glared at them. They didn't know how angry I was; how thick-faced they were to do this to me!

"Let's go!" I said tearfully, pulling the hand of the man I had just married. He followed me. I held the hem of my gown and we ran out of the church.

I heard my dad calling me, but I didn't look back.

I hailed a taxi, and the man I was holding and I got in.

Once we were far from the church, I let out a deep sigh. Ghad!

"Ma'am, where to?" the driver asked.

"To the nearest mall, Manong," I said; I needed to change clothes.

I turned to the man beside me because he had been silent. Couldn't he speak?

"I'm sorry you got involved in my problem... I'll take care of the divorce papers right away..." I said shyly. I owed him a lot; I needed to finish it quickly so I wouldn't bother him anymore. I waited for him to speak, but he just stared out the car window.

So I just sighed, until I didn't realize I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a black ceiling. I also noticed that the bed I was lying on was soft and wasn't mine.

It was clearly a rich person's bed, but I immediately sat up when I remembered what happened. I looked at myself; I was no longer wearing the gown. I had escaped marrying Dave and married another man... Where am I now? And where is he?

"Where's my husband?" I whispered, but after a moment, I chuckled slightly.

"Husband? Hahaha! I just grabbed him outside the church!" I shook my head at my own stupidity.

I stood up from the bed and looked around the room.

Everything I saw was black. Black walls, black curtains on every window. Even the furniture was black. Where am I? My ghad!

Is the owner of this room an emo?

I walked towards the door.

They might mistake me for a thief; I don't even know who owns this place and how I got here. All I remember is falling asleep in the taxi with the man I married, who is now my husband.

Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, it suddenly opened. I screamed in surprise.

A well-built man with an aura as dark as this room emerged.

My jaw almost dropped as I stared at him. He was wearing a black shirt and white shorts. He had a sharp nose, was tall, fair-skinned, had red lips, and a perfect face shape. In his right hand, he held a glass of wine.

"W-who are you? Where am I? Where's the man I was with in the taxi?" I asked him, one after another, but he just stared at me coldly.

"You're awake." He said coldly. I swallowed. Why is he so serious?

"E-earlier! Where am I and who are you? Where's the man I was with in the taxi?" I asked him again, one after another, but instead of answering me, he passed me to enter the room and sat on a chair opposite the side table next to the bed.

"I'm your husband." He said briefly in his cold voice before gulping down the wine in his glass.