Mask Of Betrayal

Shameful Revelations

"You can't host a wedding today and still insist on paying just twenty dollars? I don't handle business in that manner, young lady. How will just fifty dollars impact your budget for today? Merely looking at you indicates that you are not poor ," the driver remarked as he held Abigail's hand.

"What's the reasoning behind your actions? Is there any difference between today and other days? Why insist on collecting fifty dollars instead of the usual twenty? That's more than twice the amount you typically charge. How is a wedding connected to transport fees? I passed by many taxis at the park just because of you. Release my hand, and let me exit your car," she responded, withdrawing her hand.

"No, I won't let you go until you provide fifty dollars. Is fifty dollars too much for you to spare?" the driver retorted, grabbing her hand again.

She opened her purse and pulled out a fifty-dollar note, handing it to the driver. "I've given you twenty dollars before. Return that money and accept this," she said.

The driver chuckled, starting his car. "Will you disembark now, or should I take you back to the park? Is seventy dollars too burdensome for someone with a wedding today?" he inquired.

Abigail exited the car, and the driver drove away. She turned back, gazing at the church in disbelief.

"Am I really getting married to someone's engaged husband? " she questioned herself, taking a few steps forward. Spotting a woman and a girl near the church, she decided to approach them.

As she neared them, she overheard their conversation about her soon-to-be groom.

"Mom, is it true that there's going to be a wedding here today? One of my friends told me ," the girl asked her mother, gesturing towards the church.

The mother smiled, lowering her hands. "The groom is unemployed, but I don't know anything about the bride. Though I'm very sure that she will be like her groom," she replied, laughing gently.

"I don't want to marry someone that's unemployed. I want someone that's very rich; someone that's ready to spend money on me and my friends," the girl retorted.

"Do you think I'm going to allow an unemployed man to marry you? If he's not rich, he should find someone on the same level as him," the mother responded.

"My boyfriend is rich already, and he will never become poor. His father is a multi-millionaire, and he's living abroad. He's the only son of his parents and he likes pampering me with money. He promised to give me the latest car on my birthday; I'm still craving for that day to come," the girl replied, her phone ringing.

"My boyfriend is calling. Please give me a minute; I will get back to you soon," the girl said, leaving her mother's side.

The mother ran after her, saying, "Won't you tell me when your boyfriend is going to send me the money he promised? Hand over the phone to me when you are done calling him. Tell him that his mother-in-law wants to say hi to him."

Abigail was speechless. She sighed heavily, looking at the dress she was wearing. Then, she remembered Liam, the man she had promised to spend the rest of her life with. She recalled the day he put the ring on her hand, promising her love, affection, attention, and sincerity, vowing never to leave her.

"Are you the bride?" a lady asked from behind, interrupting Abigail's thoughts.

"Yes... Yes. I'm the bride. Is there a problem?" she replied, mustering her courage.

The lady smiled, looking at Abigail's dress. "Is something wrong?" Abigail asked, noticing the lady's prolonged gaze.

"Not at all. I just wanted to recognize you. It's nothing to worry about," the lady replied, walking away.

"Should I run away from this place? Should I go to a faraway place, or should I travel out of this city?" Abigail pondered to herself.

"What about Grace? What's going to happen to her if I leave? What if she dies? But will I really marry someone I don't know anything about; someone I haven't seen before?" she mused again, sighing heavily.

Suddenly, she heard a sound from behind. Looking back, she saw Zoey, her parents, and Liam as they got down from the car.

She gazed at Liam for a while, clasping her left hand.

"Cheater!! Oh God!! I don't want to see myself here," she mused to herself, referring to Liam.

Zoey approached her, wearing one of her most expensive dresses.

"My sister is getting married today. Congratulations to her," she said loudly, taking out her phone.

"Smile," she requested, opening the camera app.

Abigail faked a smile, and Zoey snapped both of them, putting her right hand on Abigail's shoulder.

Liam approached Abigail, stretching his hands for a handshake.

"I'm sorry. I know that I wronged you so much, but please forgive me, Abigail," he pleaded.

Abigail shook hands with him, studying his face.

Then, they entered the church.

After waiting for a while, Abigail began to feel anxious, glancing at the entrance door every second.

"Why hasn't the groom arrived yet? Is it because he's poor?" Abigail asked herself.

"Is that not a disappointment?" she added, reflecting on what she heard from the woman and her daughter.

Suddenly, Zoey stood up angrily, facing the congregation.

"What's all this? All the seats are almost full, and the groom hasn't arrived yet. Why are they not caring about this marriage? This is totally wrong and unacceptable," Zoey said.

Hearing this, Abigail shot back.

"Have you forgotten that we are in a church? Why are you so rude?" Abigail yelled, looking at Zoey with an angry expression.

Seeing that the people had directed their eyes on her, Zoey sat down beside Liam, holding his hands.

Abigail coughed, gazing at both of them.

"What a shameless man!! He promised to get married to me but he has been f*****g my sister without me knowing; only if I can delete our memories from my heart ," Abigail said to herself, referring to Liam.

Suddenly, the church's door swung wide open, and a tall, handsome man wearing a suit entered the church.

Everyone looked at him, fixing their eyes on him.

"Who's that?," Zoey asked, looking at the tall, handsome man.