Too Young To Want Him のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The room remained frozen after Bella's final words. No one moved. No one breathed. The gentle wedding music was already silent, and the stillness was oppressively quiet, and everyone could feel the weight.Bella was erect on the aisle, with her shoulders natural, her expression serene, in something like a cruel way. She turned her head around the room gradually, as though she would have preferred that all should see her.“I did not come here to destroy a wedding, just to have fun,” Bella screamed. “I got here because the truth is important, and Ava has been telling you all lies.”Someone in the throng gave a sharp gasp. Ava also experienced weakness in her legs, and had she not been so tightly held by Mark, she would have fallen to the floor. "What are you talking about?" Mark asked, his voice rising. "What lie?"Bella turned around and faced him. "The baby," she said clearly. "The baby Ava is carrying."The room was full of whispers."The baby?""What does she mean?""Oh my God..."A

The silence that Elena left did not last long.It broke as Ava just could not stand anymore. Her legs were even weaker, and she was forced to hold on to the arm of a chair in order not to collapse. Her breath came in gutted gasps, and the tears ran down her face in torrents. She glanced around the room, and at the faces gazing back at her with horror, indignation, and, she thought, disillusionment, and something within her at last betrayed her.“I did not intend it,” Ava screamed. “I did not want it to happen like this.”Mark was standing a few steps away with his hands clasped into fists. "Then why did you lie?" he demanded. “Why did you leave me standing here today, prepared to marry you?”Ava looked up at him and spoke with a shivering voice. "Because I was scared," she said. “I was horrified at losing it all. I was already pregnant and already passed judgment on, and nobody was going to forgive me if they found out the truth.”“That is no excuse,” Mark said bitterly. "You made me

Lydia did not move until the sound had subsided in the hall. Her hands were trembling, her chest was tight, and all the whispers she had heard were still reverberating in her head. Marcus was at a few paces off the altar, stiff and pale, and had the appearance of a man who had been struck by an object he had never imagined."Marcus," Lydia called her dad sharply.He raised his eyes upon the voice of the woman. There was a moment of relief on his face, as though he was standing in his one fastening place to see her. Then he beheld her countenance, and that ease on his part disappeared."Lydia," he said quietly. "I was going to come find you."She didn't move closer. "No, no, she said,” with a shivering voice. “You will answer me here and now. Right now."Tension started to be felt by people around. Others made their discussion slow. Others did not look, but their eyes were on their ears, as they listened."What are they saying?" Lydia demanded. “Why do they all talk about you like it wa

Ava entered the house and shut the door as gently as possible. The silence still seemed too loud in the sound. Her feet were tired of the heavy shoes she had, and her body was sore not only because it was a long day but also because of all that had taken place. The bridal gown had been taken, the cosmetics washed off, but the disgrace lingered about her like a second skin.She stood in the hallway a little, not even knowing where to go, not even knowing whether she was supposed to be here or not.Even in the living room, Patricia sat rigidly on the couch, her back straight, her hands clasped together in her lap. When Ava walked in, she did not raise her eyes. The TV was working, but the sound was turned down, as though it were just present, so that there was no silence."Patricia," Ava said softly.No response.Ava gulped and made a step. "I... I'm home."Patricia set her teeth and did not even turn around.“I did not know where to turn,” she said, “and I tried to keep myself steady,

The ride to the home of Marcus was silent. Too quiet. Ava sat in a passenger seat with clasped hands over her stomach and looked through the window as the city lights went by. Marcus maintained a focus on the road, closed his mouth and his mind was not in the moment. Nobody said anything and the silence was oppressive with all that he and she were not saying.As the car eventually stopped, Ava looked up and saw that they were here. The house of Marcus was a tall and dark building, the inside lights being dimmed. It appeared serene outside as though everything was as it always used to be, as though the world had not fallen in a couple of hours back.Marcus came out first and made his way around to open the door for her. “We will make our entry on the side,” he said. "No one will see."Ava nodded. "Thank you."He handed her a little suitcase and walked into the house. The house was not welcoming but was recognisable, clean, and a bit warm. It was tense, as though it were holding its brea