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After Maru, the pastor turn his head to look at me. "Mara, will you have Maru to be your wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony; will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only for him so long as you both shall live?" I look at Maru and then to Pastor and answer "I will." I didn't expect that I will feel happy in this wedding. As I look at Maru something rather someone caught my attention.

Marry me? I stood frozen on the spot, jaw agape a fraction, dumbstruck, dumbfounded, dumb-everything as I gaped at the grey-eyed man that sat in front of me. Marry me. The two words sunk in, right into the deep part of my brain. My subconscious knew better to not bother giving me false hope that I just needed hearing aids. The air around felt chilly and nipped at my skin as seconds dragged into minutes. Minutes that felt like hours.

“To be my husband, through the good times and bad. Through successes and struggles…” A lone tear rolled down my eyes as I stared at the ring on my finger. “To be my husband, through the good times and bad. Through successes and struggles…” my lips parted in a smile. I didn't realized he meant it when he was asking about marriage the previous night. It's happening. I would be officially married to Pedro Lopez, in a matter of minutes. I would be married to the first and the only man I had ever been in love with. “Through richer and poorer, and in sickness and health, I will treasure you for as long as we both shall live.”

I raised my head, glared at the man, who is now legally my husband. "I should have disapproved of this marriage," I replied, feeling insulted by the look in my husband's eyes. I have only known a man named Raka Albert for one month, a man who is for some reason I like him even though I only hear his breath. He grabbed my arm roughly. "You see your parents? They smiled happily to see me marrying you, without them knowing that you will only be my shadow wife," said Raka firmly.

“ And this mother fucker is all fake. You don't have anything! Everything belongs to me now.” “ Thats also right, everything that once was mine belongs to you but not my husband's…” he laughed, the sound mocking as he cocked his head back then straightened. “ Stop this husband talk or have you gone crazy?” “ Don't worry, he'll be here. We're getting married today. He told me to end things with my ex so he could finally be with me, he'd been waiting for a while.” I said, maintaining my calm, even though I was itching to slap him on the inside.

Instead, she started trying to win me back. She told me that I had only married her out of obligation to my best friend, and that it made sense our marriage didn't work. "Now I want to start over," she said, eyes bright with conviction. "For real this time. Just me, pursuing you. Not out of obligation. Not as your wife. Just as a woman who loves you. Ben, will you give me a chance? Will you let me be your girlfriend?" Then, she rushed to add, "I'm a single mom. My son's six. But he's a good kid. Quiet, polite…"

‘Do you take Aaron Carson to be your lawfully wedded husband’ he asked me. ‘I do’ I replied lowly. ‘Good, you may kiss the bride’ the priest said. Aaron’s face moved close to mine, and before I knew it. He planted a long kiss on my lips. There it was. I was finally married to the man I hated most in the whole world. Hurray.

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

The wind whipped Rosalyn's hair as she leaned against the car window, her gaze fixed on Eric. Eric reached into his console, pulled out a document, and held it up for her to see. "She's on my marriage certificate." Rosalyn stared at the document, and memories flashed through her mind. She recalled how the Hammond family had brought a notary straight to the wedding so they could sign the papers on the spot, and she let out a dry, mocking laugh. "Is that the same person you're married to now?"

It was a good thing I had the veil to cover me. The priest cleared his throat, starting the ceremony. “I pronounce you husband and wife.” My chest tightened in dread at the priest's words. Oh Lord! I could feel my heart tightening in my chest, almost like my entire body had gone numb. It’s done. We’re married—I thought in dread. “You may kiss your bride.” I could literally feel Ethan growing rigid at those words. His face snapped to mine, and his lips curled up in open disgust. Claps rang in the air, almost like they were urging him to do it.