Destined to be

chapter 22

Previously ;

Tyler felt like he lost everything . For him his love for Mindy was all he really had ! He loved her with whole heart but what did he got in return ? . . . . . . . . . . . Betrayl .

Tyler: " I have become a joke in front of media and his relatives and his parents . It was hard for me to believe that all her promises and the vows she took didn't meant anything to her . I was busy planning our future and she busy letting someone else in her heart ! . . . . . I hate her . . . . . . . I hate her . . . . . . . . . You guys heard me I f*****g hate her . She is so dead to me . "

Steven: " Do you really hate her ? "

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Tyler: " I . . . . . . . I . . . . . . . .uh . . . . . . . . . . I want to . . . . . . . .I really want to hate her . But it's not easy , you know . I have loved her so much . And I still do . . . . . . . . . .I know I shouldn't but all my feelings for her can't just wash away . I am going crazy . . . . . . . . I am really going crazy . I need a drink . "

He drank the whole bottle of alcohol in a sniff and picked up another .

Steven: " I am sure someone better is waiting for you out there . . . . . . . . "

Tyler: " But you know what ? . . . . . . . . I meant it when I said that she is so dead to me at least that way I will be able to preserve the happy memories we shared . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Did you just say anything ? "

Steven: " Yes , yes , I did . You don't have to hold on to her . Just let her go . . . . . . . . . . I am sure someone better is waiting out there for you . . . . . . . . . Trust me . . . . . . . "

Tyler laughs ;

Steven: " What is so funny ? "

Tyler: " What you just said ? "

Tyler bursts out laughing ;

Steven: " What ? . . . . . . . What ? . . . . . . . . .What did I say that you can't stop your laughter ? "

Tyler: " You said ' Trust me ' "

Steven: " And it is funny why ? "

Tyler: " Because she said the same . . . . . . . . . You know before leaving me at the altar . See that is why it is so funny . . . . . . . . . . Don't you see the irony here ? "

Clara: " Ty you are so drunk . "

Tyler: " You know what Steven . . . . . . . . . . You are a lucky man . . . . . . . . . You are a lucky , lucky man because Clara will never leave you at the altar . . . . . . "

He goes and holds her hand .

Tyler: " You see this man . . . . . . . . . He is my best friend don't ever do to him what your friend did to me . . . . . . . . And I should tell you this that your friend is a b***h . . . . . . . . . . . . You know ! don't you follow your friend's footsteps . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Don't ever leave him at the altar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Promise me ! . . . . . . . . Promise me ! "

Clara: " I promise . . . . . . . . . . . . I promise you that I will never ever leave him . "

Tyler: " You know one more thing is funny here . . . . . . . . . . . .' promise me ' , she said it when we wrote vows for each other . "

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Tyler was walking in the room confusingly ;

Mindy comes and hugs her from behind ;

Tyler: " Oh it's you ! "

Mindy: " Who else were you expecting ? . . . . . . . . . . .Just tell me her name and I will kill her . No one in the whole world can hug you like this and come this close to you . "

Tyler: " No it's not that . . . . . . . . . . . . . I was just a bit preoccupied . "

Mindy: " Is it ? What were you thinking ? "

Tyler: " I was thinking about the vows . . . . . . . . . . . "

Mindy: " Oh ! for our marriage . "

Tyler: " Yes , for our marriage . "

Mindy: " Did you came up with one ? "

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