Not once, but twice. I thought when you get beaten once, you get shy twice. Why was I different? Why did I go back after he cheated on me? Why didn't I see through their fake love? For three years, I was dating a married man who called his wife his cousin. How unimaginable!
I stood frozen in front of the mirror as different questions swirled through my head. My eyes locked onto the reflection staring back at me, but the person I saw was a stranger. It was not me, it was a hollow shell of the person I once knew. I felt disconnected, like I was gazing at a vivid photograph of another version of myself.
I can't believe I was about to marry the same man. The wedding was supposed to be in two days' time. What if I didn't get to know their intentions now? What if they had successfully scammed
