Timothy Timothy was on his way to Melody’s parents’ house; it was the only place he hadn’t looked for. He had called her countless times on her cell phone, wasting time dialing, knowing she wasn’t going to answer.She was tired of him and his attitude and he knew it.“Sir,” it was Clark, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized they were already in front of Melody’s parents’ house.The detective had done the job right.She was there, she hasn’t been out all afternoon, not even to the porch.“Shall I wait for you or come back for you later?” he didn’t know what the answe

TimothyThey arrived at Timothy’s penthouse, she didn’t utter a word, and this worried him.Her gray eyes were no longer tearing up.He hated himself and considered himself one of the drops that filled Melody’s cup of feelings. He had made her leave, got her to her parents’ house and suffer.They rode up the elevator in silence, she continued to not look at him.He made a couple of calls to set her up with a tour of as many clothing and shoe stores as she wanted, looking to distract her.

TimothyTimothy saw her standing in the entrance and his heart began to try to escape from his chest and embrace her. She was simply beautiful in her wedding dress. She was without doubt the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and at that moment he was sure, that he chose the best person to be his wife.Even if it was all a sham.His parents had freaked out when they found out that she was pregnant by another man, for him, that was not relevant: even knowing that their union was nothing more than a means to an end, he did not feel uncomfortable because Melody was carrying another man’s child in her womb, the fruit of another relationship.

MelodyAfter two difficult nights and almost a third, thanks to her sister’s visit, Melody realized that she made a mistake by running away, by hiding for fear that Timothy would not feel the same way about her. She promised she would help Timothy, but one thing was what her mind accepted and assimilated, and a very different thing was when she arrived at the chapel and felt that everyone was watching her, that people were there because they believed that this union was real, even those people who believed that she was only marrying him for his money, they were not from the same world, but even so, Melody knew what she was getting into when she accepted Timothy’s proposal. She would owe him much more than just a wedding for six months, by not

MelodyMelody was petrified, dumbfounded, when she realized that Timothy was in front of her. She couldn’t believe he was there, she arranged with Devina not to cross Timothy’s path, that was the deal, she didn’t understand why he was there, next to a man with dark hair and a mischievous look. One who looked like a cat who just ate a mouse. He seemed to be fulfilled. “Why are you here?” she asked, although something told her, her instinct made her think that, she was a puppet in a play planned by the redhead who was next to her in the elevator.She looked up guessing for a response from her eyes, a confirmation that her doubts were based and made sense.