Ace Five years ago, We were supposed to be married, but Diya was having second thoughts. A part of me thought someone had just told her everything. She wanted to talk to me and she was taking the wedding dress off. She seemed to be in a state. I rushed to where she was and hoped that she wouldn't leave. I don't think I had the strength to stop her if she leaves. I didn't want to think of that yet. There must be a better reason. Hopefully, the reason wouldn't make me kill off whoever warned her about my business.  The moment I walked in and saw her, I just knew. Everything about all this was directing to her knowing about me. About all I did and what I still do. I tried my best to seem calm and asked everyone to leave. I wanted to talk it out with just her. She apologized, and I was uncertain if she was trying to make sure things didn't get ugly. "Talk to me." I said, reaching for her hand. She

Ace “Ace, I said sit down.” My grandfather ordered. “I think I would like to stand,” I responded, looking at my grandfather and still refusing to look at my wife. “I said sit down,” he snapped, looking at me. “Don’t make me have your man make you?” he warned as I groaned, sitting down with a sneer. He was still intimidating for his age, and I respected him too much to go against him. He taught me everything I know now. I unwillingly dropped next to Diya, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa ready to escape any moment. “You too dear. You need to sit,” he said, looking at Diya. “That position must be uncomfortable,” he looked at her. “Oh,” she responded as she pushed back, but she looked tense,

Matt “What the hell did you do to her?” Thomas walked in shouting, cutting my train of thought. As usual, she goes running to him like a child every time and he comes running. This was exhausting. It was getting annoying. “Listen, this is between me and your sister,” I said, rubbing my temple. “No, Matt. I warned you not to hurt her or make her cry,” he said, reaching for my collar angrily. “And I told you we shouldn’t lie to her about the entire plan.” I pushed him back. “What do you think she is going to do when she finds out that I wasn't just a friend to Diya?” I whispered. “I never asked you to fall for her,” he replied. “Are you trying to justify that with me?” he accused.

Filip Five years ago, Ace had been gone for ages. I was doing a terrible job of being the best man. Everyone was asking me questions I should know, but chose not to. My mind was busy. I had been trying to get a conversation with the maid of honor, but she was avoiding me.  Something about her was magnetic. I wanted to be where she was. I wanted to spend more time with her. Maybe if I was doing best man's duties, I would have a chance, but she would see through me.  I sighed as I walked in search of the groom when I saw him walk to his grandfather. Ace walked to me and I creased my forehead. "Is there no wedding?"  "There is," he added. "I need to change before we start." I shrugged, not asking questions. I followed him to a changing room and took a sip from my cannister. Ace quickly changed into an extra shirt he had when we got here. "What is up with you? Are you trying

Ace I didn’t know what was worse anymore. Hearing Diya say she almost lost our son broke me into a million pieces. I tried to be strong for her sake, but this was unbearable. She went through all this alone without me. I would give anything to have the experience with her.  “You didn’t lose him,” I said, rubbing her back. “He is alive. That’s all that matters.” “I know, but I miss him so much. I want him here with us.” “Me too,” I sighed, “Me too, honey.” I pulled her tight and let her cry. I didn’t care that the pull was straining my ribs. This, right here. Me comforting her like this was worth all the pain in the world. I loved her with all of my heart. I never stopped. “Promise me, we wi