I Do
226 Words
The hall fell silent as the priest began the ceremony.
My hands trembled beneath the white bouquet. I wanted to run, but my feet refused to move.
Adrian stood beside me, calm and expressionless.
When the priest asked if he accepted me as his wife, Adrian answered without hesitation.
“I do.”
His voice was firm, sending a chill through my body.
Then everyone turned to me.
I swallowed hard.
Every instinct screamed for me to say no, but my father’s desperate face flashed before my eyes.
“I… I do.”
The words left my mouth like a confession.
A few moments later, Adrian slipped the diamond ring onto my finger. It sparkled beautifully, but it felt heavier than chains.
The guests applauded, yet I couldn’t smile.
As we walked out together, Adrian leaned close enough for only me to hear.
“Our marriage is real,” he whispered. “But don’t mistake it for love.”
I looked into his cold eyes.
“Then why marry me?”
He stopped walking.
For the first time, I saw anger burning behind his calm expression.
“Because someone must pay for what happened five years ago.”
Before I could ask what he meant, a young woman rushed toward us, tears streaming down her face.
“Adrian,” she cried, “you can’t marry her!
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