"Stop it, Vicencio. What is this, is marriage just a game? We got married before, then got an annulment, and now you want to get married again?" Nessa sneered and pursed her lips. She disentangled herself from his tight embrace and walked toward the living room, then dropped herself into a single chair.
His face crumpled. His heart was pounding as if it would break his ribs. He followed Nessa to the living room, like a defeated man. He sat at her feet and held her hand. "Nessa, let's get married again, please," he pleaded.
She waved his hand away and turned her face in another direction, out the window, avoiding his eyes. "Why are you in such a hurry? You were the one who wanted us to separate before."
"Yeah, it was all me, and I regret it. That's why I'm making up for it now. Be my wif
