Chapter 11 The Wedding
1200 Words
Jessica Pov...
I didn't just protest and beg that I can't accept his decision, but my pleas weren't heard. My heart slowly shattered as my tears fell watching his car leave. Something inside me is shouting this marriage is the end of ours.
I don't know what to do, but left with no choice but to follow his car.
Sitting behind the chapel's last row, watching him standing in front, handsomely waiting for his bride. He stood there impeccably handsome with his cloak and coat. A painful scream tugs my heart, waiting as well. Their names, designed in bold letters and displayed at the entrance, were a mock at me.
Everyone turned to the door draped in thick white cloth and adorned with dangling wisteria flowers when the wedding march started. Despite the ache in my heart, I couldn't wait to see Gertrude.
The white cloth serving as the door slowly parted, revealing Gertrude and her parents. This gives me a closer look at her mother once again, and I can't help but marvel at her timeless beauty. Despite her age, she radiates an ageless elegance. The presence of her family is almost overwhelming, and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin as they approach.
Gertrude looks stunning in her long, exquisite white gown. This wedding doesn't look like it's a business deal, given how extravagant it is.
Her gown hugs her curves, accentuating every detail. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched her. Her veil is long enough to sweep the hall floor. She paused for a moment when she saw me because I was not invited, but what made me shiver was her father's presence and unreadable face looking at me.
For a moment, I want to grab her and remove her clothes and wear them. My body trembles in anger and jealousy watching them closer to Jonathan.
The emcee started the ceremony, welcoming her. Beside Jonathan was his best friend but what caught my attention was Jonathan's reaction looking at Gertrude. My nails dug into my palm as I clenched my fist, unable to contain my jealousy. The pain is unbearable compared to what my heart feels.
His friend gave him a gentle tap on the back to snap him out of his trance, reminding him that Gertrude was already standing in front of him, waiting for him to take her hand from her parents. The crowd giggled, whispering and laughing at how captivated he seemed by her.
It's ironic! Watching them when I am supposed to be the bride.
Their vows were excruciating to listen to. I should be the one accepting those vows, yet I am here as a watcher. Every word coming from Jonathan's lips is like a curse pricking my heart. I bit my lip, unable to tear my gaze away. My hands shook as Jonathan slipped the ring onto her finger, and I almost screamed when he kissed her. The guests were happy and requested another three minutes!
I waited until the ceremony concluded. As they were about to head to the reception, I stood seated at the back planning to ruin her day, stepping on her veil pretending I didn't see. However, the veil slid through her hair beautifully and she pretended to stumble and Jonathan quickly caught her. I gritted my teeth furious, but I didn't expect her to look at me. Then they follow her gaze. I'm dying of embarrassment that I was caught stepping on her veil.
"I'm sorry!" I blurted out, embarrassed.
"It's fine, Ms. Ferrer!" The emcee replied smoothly.
"The veil was actually designed to be pulled later, showcasing her stunning wavy hair and the exquisite head accessories she’s wearing. These accessories are from Felicity Boutique and Gallery, which just opened today, as a gift to the couple. It’s their first business venture together." The audience erupted in applause and cheers. I wasn’t just embarrassed, but humiliated.
"Thank you!" They both replied. Jonathan kept his hand firmly on her slender, curvy waist.
You did this on purpose but I will not let you have him on my watch! I ranted in my head while killing her with my eyes, watching them like a perfect couple, descending from heaven.
Their hands were intertwined as they made their way to the bridal car. I wanted to cry, but no tears would come as I watched them. It felt pathetic and ridiculous. I hissed under my breath, yet I found myself following the crowd to the reception. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by cars, unable to turn back.
The party continued while a group of famous singers serenaded us for the whole day. My jealousy is already eating me up deeply as I continue to watch them interact with each other lovingly. They look at each other lovingly while they feed each other using each of their spoons. Jonathan, what are you planning to do?
Why do I feel like you are already in this marriage?
As announced earlier, everything she wore was for advertising. People were already asking where to buy her stunning gown. It was custom-designed just to flaunt how sexy she was, a slap in my face, reminding me she could easily capture the crowd's attention.
Once again, all eyes were on her when she returned wearing a light pink Versace dress. It hugged her curves and emphasized her large breasts, which I didn't expect her to have. Her hair was loose, curling down her back, covering her exposed skin. Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off her. I'd never seen him look at anyone like that. Every time Gertrude glanced at him, his eyes lit up. I shook off the thoughts that were invading my mind.
The jealousy I was feeling was growing uncontrollably.
They were dancing so intimately! Gertrude rested her head on his chest as they swayed to the music. Unable to stand it, I yanked Jonathan's hand from her waist.
"Jonathan!"
"Are you out of your mind? This is my wedding! What do you think you're doing?" Jonathan hissed.
"It’s just for the show, Jonathan. You promised you'd stay with me after the wedding." I cried but no one noticed we were fighting as we looked like we were chatting.
"Jessica, it's not what you think. You don’t know these people here. Can’t you see how grand this all is?" Jonathan tried to explain.
"Should I tell them?" Gertrude interrupted. I shot her a glare.
"You’re nothing but a fake wife, and I’m his girlfriend." I stated firmly. She smiled brightly, almost too gleaming under the night sky.
"I’m not fake. I’m his wife, and you’re just his girlfriend! Don’t you realize you’re the mistress now? But fine, go ahead and dance with your pathetic boyfriend." She grinned. I yanked her hand.
"How dare you steal him from me!" I could no longer hold back, my anger bursting out.
"Jessica, stop!" Jonathan snapped, his grip on my arms tightening until I felt the pain.
"Did you marry her because of a business deal or what?" I squeaked.
"Just tell me Jonathan if we are going to divorce today?" Gertrude’s voice intervened again.
"What?" Jonathan gasped, stunned.
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