I'm playing with that twinkling diamond ring, still with me. A very strong evidence that explains my deception, a reminder that I was in real at Church. Although, I ran out of there safely before anyone could see me, but this doesn't solve the whole problem. I locked myself in my dorm room for three whole days, drown into my stresses and dreads. I hardly eaten anything. The wedding dress is there on my bed. The shoes and jewelry are there too. I'm thankful that Carol went to her parents for some days. I got my time to recover without disclosing the nightmarish event that happened. My phone rang many times but I didn't check. It would be probably Andrew or Carol calling me. I didn't go to mansion for cooking either. I'm too scared to step a foot outside this room. The biggest question that is haunting me now; Did I get married to that man? That blue-eyed, strange man pronounced Samara as his wife during all the vows but I didn't take those vows

Today's breakfast is chocolate muffins, French toasts and buttermilk pancakes and waffles. Today's menu is my favourite and I'm good at making them. Chocolate muffins are my specialty, that's what kids at my foster home said. When I was living there, I used to bake different flavored muffins for the volunteers and kids and their compliments were always motivational. Just thinking about them give me teary eyes. I miss my old life. I didn't have to worry about money, rent or career when I was living in my foster home. Maybe I should've never grown up. It would be better if I'd remained a kid all life. Those kinds of thoughts are keep coming to my mind since that wedding disaster. "So, everything is going to be sweet today in the breakfast." I turn around. My eyes open in full circles when I see Ashar standing in kitchen. My heart hammers against my chest. The fresh scent of after-shave spread in the entire kitchen. His hairs are wet explaining he took a shower

Frightfully, I begin trotting inside the house and ascend the stairs. Few guests are there too. I put my hand on the stairs railing and try to search Noah or Carol from above here. It is easier to find them among the crowd from here. At the same time, I try calling on Carol's phone with a hope that she would take it. Ashar follows me too. He takes my phone from my hands. I glance at him. He moves his fingers against my screen, tapping on some number keys. "I'm saving my number in your phone. You check this floor. I'm going upstairs." He returns the device to me, "Give me a call if you find her. By the way, what's her name?" "Carol." I answer. Giving me a quick nod, he hurries to his own way. I start my search also. The house is comprised of two floors including the rooftop. And this floor has around seven rooms. With every passing moment, the panic inside me is increasing. I open the first three rooms of the floor. All are empty. The corridor

A chill goes down my spine. Samara is a bad news for me. As soon as I hit the 'accept' button on my phone screen, she explodes, "I'm doomed. Everyone knows now, Sanaya.""What are you talking about?" I inquire hesitantly."My own Dad two-timed me. He told everything to Uncle Matt." She begins crying on phone, "Just because he can't cheat his lifelong friend."My lips part. I'm completely thunderstruck. I sit back on the same table I shared with Ashar few minutes ago. Cold fear spirals through me. I understood now about his father's urgent call. Ashar is going to know about the truth of his marriage soon. My end is near.Samara can't get a grip on her own created mayhem. She comforted me with her lies that she would take care of everything. Her father won't reveal the truth. This woman is fooling me since the beginning."Sanaya? Are you listening to me?" She yells."What-what's going to happen now?" I stammer."They don't know about you yet. But Uncle Matt has asked

The clock strikes nine in the evening when I begin cooking some instant noodles for my dinner. I have adopted the habit of frugality since I have stopped working for Hobsons, just trying to save some money for my college and for paying the rent of the place where I'm living. I have to live like this until I'll get another job. However, so far I'm failing.Places where I have left my résumé refused me with a reason that they are full nowadays. Four days has passed since my crime is known to everyone. No one has contacted me after that day, not even Samara which is a good thing because I also want to stay away from them as much as possible. But I'm bothered and curious about what is going to happen next, how Hobsons have decided to solve this marriage disaster and when I can be free from this. I'm freaking me out. The doorbell of my house rings. I stop transferring my boiled noodles into a bowl and reach for the door. Since my apartment i