Sorry for the long wait. Anyway, Happy reading â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸â¤ď¸CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: KWAME AGYAPONGI planning a huge and grand wedding much to Christodiaâs disapproval. She wants a small type of wedding with only our family members but I want the exact opposite. I want the one that will be on the headlines for years to come. A wedding people wonât get tired of talking about. A type of wedding that new couples will compare theirs to. A wedding that will set the lead or a trend for others to look upon and follow suit. That is the one Iâm going in for. They say a wedding is the single most important moment in a ladyâs life but it is similarly an important moment in a guyâs life so Iâm going to make it huge. Because I, Kwame Agyapong, deserve nothing less.As part of my plan, I visited Christodiaâs dad with Bright and his condition was heartbreaking. He had type three diabetes and he was having it worse. His legs were totally paralyzed and he also was bleeding from his rectum making
Sorry for the long wait. Happy reading â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOCHRISTODIAIf someone had said that my wedding day was going to be like this, I would have cursed the person with every evil curse on earth. Notwithstanding, it turned out to be so. It was the exact opposite of what every bride wants on her wedding day.I wasnât a happy bride on my wedding day. From the day I saw my dad on his sick bed, I have been crying constantly. I was sad every day. When Kwame Agyapong suggested we have the wedding sooner I didnât object to it because it had been my dream to have my father walk me down the isle. I just thank God a wedding planner took care of everything because I was in no mood to plan a wedding. My own wedding, how ironic. I am just glad my father and I were able to get over everything that had happened. We did some catching up even though I did all the talking while he just looked at me with a permanent smile on his face. I forgave him before he even apologized. Life is
Thanks to everyone for walking with me through this story. I never thought of writing a novel but after putting down some nasty fantasy I had in mind, in writing, I was like hey, this could be a story and I did it. Thank you all. The reads and votes kept me going and I appreciate them a lot. Even with English not being my first language and knowing it is not without mistakes, you still read it. Also, with this being my first book, I grateful with the number of reads and votes so far. Thanks for the support. I think I can call myself a writer now âşď¸đ¸. So, till we meet in my next book, stay blessed.**********The next is the new book I'm working on. I hope you like it. It's titled Make Me Hate you. It is a whole new book totally has no connection with the previous one. I'm posting the first twelve chapters here and when it's ready, I will post the entire book. let me know your views on it.Thank you đđđđđđđ
TINA I had never liked the idea of marriage. To me marriage was just a painful and suffocation journey one must never choose to embark on. I mean why on earth do I need a man? A man was just there to add more burden to a woman's life. I had my own work; a three-star restaurant. I bought the place myself and had made my restaurant well known all over in Kumasi so I really didn't see why a successful woman like me should get married. I buy my own food and clothes and do not see the sense in marrying and then taking care of a full-grown man like a baby. Cooking for him, washing his clothes and taking care of a house that belonged to him. What was the essence in that?It was a total waste of time. The point was and had always been that, marriage was a burdensome and unnecessary procedure and don't let me start with children. Those little creatures that come into existence only to torment your life.When they come into the picture then you are done for. The cravings, mood swings and painf
MICHEALI hated marriages and I simply did not see the need for it. I was a successful business man with a stable income and a nice house and car. Bringing a woman into this peaceful and nice picture meant trouble. I truly did not see the need to marry. I knew I would one day get married because my family and society expected that from me but I would like to do it in my own time. Was it a sin to be thirty-six and not married? I don't need a woman.I had entered into relationships with quite a number of women and it was all the same thing. What they needed was money. They come into your life to spend your money and nothing else. There was a time in my late twenties when I wanted to settle down but I realized the lady I was planning on settling down with just wanted a wedding and nothing else. She wasn't in it for love like I was. No, she just saw a successful young man who could give her the kind of big wedding she dreamt of. Something to boast to her friends about and make them jeal
TINAâAnd that is what happened.â My mother ended her long speech and I just hawked at her. She sat gracefully on the arm chair as if she had made the greatest speech in the world. It was like she was telling me a movie. âSo, in summary, you went to church to pray and whilst praying heard another woman praying the same prayer but in her case for her son. So, you meet her after the prayers and started a conversation with her, where she told you her problems and you said yours. And, after her showing you her sonâs picture and how financially stable he is you decided to give my hand to a totally stranger you donât even know yourself? I mean that sums it all right?â I asked in believe. I sat on the edge of the seat trying to make head and tail of the story. Maybe, if I repeat it three times in my head, it would sound better.âShe is not a total stranger. She is Maame Rose, the womenâs organizer in church. And she also saw your picture and was impressed. I also told her you are the owner
MICHEALThe cock-and-bull story my mother told me when I got to the house made my blood boil. How could she ask a total stranger to be my wife? She made it sound like there was something wrong with me thatâs why I needed prayers and her help to get a woman for myself. For crying out loud, there was nothing wrong with me and I was well capable of getting a woman. I didnât need her going to church to pray for me like I had spiritual problems or health problems. She just made me madder and madder with her recount of how she met the ladyâs mother.I mean how could she give me away to a thirty-year-old woman? Even if she was to find me a wife, shouldn't she be at least younger maybe early twenties but thirty? Thirty years and unmarried, there must be something wrong with her. Most girls I knew married at the age of twenty-six, twenty-seven or latest by twenty-eight but not thirty. For me, by thirty years if a woman wasnât married then there was something wrong with her character or she is
CHAPTER FIVETINAI took his number from my mom and but I couldnât call him and it had been a week. I knew he had mine too so I was waiting for him to be the first to call so I could pretend I didnât know him or I had any idea of whatever he would say.I wanted it to look like I had no idea about the marriage so that maybe he would know I wasnât interested but it had been a week and he hadnât made the first move yet. I was pissed and not happy. If I was to make the first move then it would look like I wanted this marriage but I didnât.It was Saturday and I was in my office checking the account of the restaurant when one of my waiters came into my office telling me that a customer was dissatisfied with the food and was causing a commotion. I asked the waiter to tell the manager about it since that was why I hired a manger in the first place but he said the man wanted to sue my restaurant for severing him spoilt food and my manager was at lost and didnât know what to do. What a waste o