Rosie Okumura Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

2 Rosie I was married. I was married against my will, with my eyes wide open. I didn’t even notice how and when we left the church, but all I knew was that now I was standing inside a beautiful luxury condo with my new husband. A husband I had somehow gained from a day’s work.

But for a good minute, after she pulled over, she couldn’t step out of her car because of the video call she was engaged in. “Girls, I’m getting married!” Rosie squealed as she showed off the diamond ring on her middle finger. “Wow! Congratulations!” Bella, Caro and Venita chorused with an excited shout as they took in the expensive wedding band wrapped around Rosie’s finger. It was simple and beautiful, perfect to her taste. “Thank you!” Rosie’s face was full of smiles. She palmed her face while squealing before moving her hands away to take in the reactions from her friends.

Jared walked to her and ruffled her hair a little. “You’re so cute, Rosie. How’s your health?” Rosie only nodded. She was only meeting them for the first time and it was normal for her to not want to speak to them and stay on alert. She didn't stop clutching her mother’s arm as she peered at the husband and wife who were speaking about how obviously cute she was. ******

Rosie nearly choked. “Desiree!” “What?” “We're not getting married.” “Why not?” The smile faded from Rosie's face. “Because he wasn't being gentle with me.” Desiree frowned. “What do you mean?” Rosie looked down at her hands. “He thought I was someone else.” Silence settled between them. “Someone else?” Rosie nodded. “I think there's a woman he loved when he was living in France.” Desiree stared. “A woman?” “Mhm.”

But I was. Totally, completely, dangerously gone. Rosie folded her arms, giving me her serious face. “Look, I hate to be the buzzkill here, but that man is married, Roxy.” I nodded slowly. “That was always the plan, Rosie…” She blinked. “Yeah, but back when I thought it wouldn’t actually get to this. I didn’t think he’d actually want you.” “Oh, he wants me,” I said, biting my bottom lip at the memory. “You should’ve felt that kiss. It was like he’d been starving.”

She had known her to be as cool and as calm but tonight, her mother looked agitated – at her. “I was twenty-two when your grandmamma told me I was to marry,” Rosalie further explained her voice calm and collected but it bore an authority by which Aurora deemed irritation – at her. “I was frightened. I eventually learned that the marriage was for a merger, and that your father was marrying me for my money to save Cunard which was already in the brink of ruin from its competition. It was not love at first sight. He loathed me, because of the money I brought him and I was Austrian and thought our family was an ally of the Nazis and did not even bed me after our wedding. It took more than a year

Candice walked over to Rosie and hugged her. “How many years have we not seen each other? When you were getting married, I was too weak and couldn’t board an airplane. That’s why I was absent from your wedding and had Iv to attend it on my behalf. Later, I learned that your fiance was a scoundrel.” Rosie sobbed. She had watched Candice grow up. Upon learning the news, Rosie’s heart ached for Candice. Candice patted Rosie’s shoulder to comfort her. “Grandma, it’s okay. The past is the past.”

When I met Rosalie again, it was in a bridal store after I returned to the country. I was getting married to Lily, Rosalie's senior who went through the same thing as I did. We had gone abroad together and supported each other. Then, we developed feelings for each other and got together. We returned to the country this time to prepare for the wedding. After Wayne learned about everything, he lamented how unpredictable life could be. As we chatted, he suddenly revealed, "Oh, right. Rosalie is also getting married."

Rosie took two steps backward and muttered, "Was this wedding fake from the start? You weren't planning on marrying me at all. This was just a tool for you to punish me, wasn't it?" Jasper shook his head. "No. I told you. This wedding is real, but it's the wedding of Amara and me." The anticipation in Rosie's eyes disappeared completely. She laughed crazily and said, "So what? Amara is dead!

She cooed. Rosie's eyes widened in shock. "Your husband?" She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," Phoebe confirmed, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Archie is my husband. He finds his happiness in me and wants me to stay beside him forever. I'm thrilled to say we're blissfully married," She paused, her smile growing even wider. "And our marriage has been fruitful, too. We have a beautiful daughter." Rosie's gaze locked onto them, her expression frozen in shock. The sting of heartbreak resurfaced, and her heart ached once more, the pain threatening to overwhelm her, but she quickly washed it away with a gentle scoff.