Marriage call off
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Maximus spoke with determination in his voice as he uttered the words, "Where will I be? I went in search of Anna; I haven't seen her, but I'll make sure I find her and bring her back to the church." While listening to his convincing words, I found it difficult to contain my amusement at how well Maximus could lie. It was well-known that he despised dishonesty, but the fact that he was willing to go to such lengths for my sake made my heart skip a beat.
From the other end of the conversation, I heard Father utter, "Please do."
Maximus assuredly replied, "I'll make sure I bring her to the church. Just tell her husband to calm down." I couldn't help myself; I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around him from behind, appreciating his efforts.
Maximus stiffened at the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed when he remember it was me. He turned around and looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.
"You need to go back to the church," he says, his words causing a slight frown to crease my face. The unexpected suggestion took me by surprise.
"You want me to get married to him after what we did?" I questioned, my astonishment evident in my voice.
"I didn't mean it like that. Your parents are worried..." he started to explain, but before he could finish his sentence, I impulsively pressed my lips against his, silencing his words and expressing my emotions.
"I'll go to the altar to call it off. I'll end it once and for all so I can be with you," I declared, a smile gracing my lips.
"Do you think we can end up together?" he asked, the uncertainty in his voice evident.
"I don't like that look. Don't be a coward. I know you love me," I replied, hastily picking up my clothes from the floor and hurriedly dressing.
"Are you sure you're going back to the church?" Maximus asked, seeking clarification.
"Sure, I am going back. I am not a coward like you," I retorted firmly, leaving no room for doubt. Maximus nodded his head, silently acknowledging his own shortcomings.
"I'll go with you. Let me drive you," he offered, stepping forward. I nodded my head in agreement, accepting his support.
He hurriedly scrambled to get dressed, and we quickly left the room together. As we made our way to the front door, he walked by my side. Once outside, we headed straight for his car, which was conveniently located in the parking lot. Without wasting any time, we got in and began our journey.
Resting my head on the dashboard, I gazed out at the bustling world outside. It struck me how joyful the people seemed in their daily lives. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever experience that same happiness if my parents allowed me to pursue what my heart desired. Deep down, I knew that falling in love with my uncle was considered a sin, but I was prepared to confront the consequences and bear the weight of my transgressions. Ultimately, I hoped that my parents and society would somehow grant us the freedom to be together.
After driving for some minutes, we arrived at the church. I opened the car door and got out, followed by Maximus. The church was packed with people, all dressed in their best outfits.
Father rushed to my side, his face etched with a mix of anger and disappointment. Anticipating his next move, I braced myself as he landed a resounding slap across my cheek. My gaze dropped, fully aware that my actions had led to this confrontation.
His fury filled the place as he unleashed a torrent of questions. "Where the hell did you go? Why did you decide to disgrace me like this? Have I not raised you better? Running away on your wedding day, do you think today is solely yours? It's also a day for your parents!"
His voice reverberated through the air, his frustration evident. He pressed a hand against his forehead, as if attempting to hold back the waves of anger washing over him.
Relaxing her voice, mother interceded, attempting to diffuse the tense atmosphere. "Honey, we don't even know where she has been or whether she's fine or not. You need to calm down," she reasoned, gently placing her hand on father's forehead to soothe his frustration.
Drawing closer to me, mother's concerned eyes locked with mine, searching for answers. "Baby, where have you been? Why did you leave your husband at the altar?" she questioned, her voice filled with a mix of worry and confusion. I held their gaze for a moment, my own emotions swirling within me, before exhaling slowly.
As the weight of the situation settled upon us, Devon came rushing into the place, his hand clutching his chest, his face reflecting a mixture of worry and relief.
"Baby, thank goodness you're here. How is your tummy? I hope you're feeling better now," Devon exclaimed, his voice laced with equal parts relief and concern. He instinctively reached out a hand towards me, his worry etched across his face. "Why did you go to the hospital without informing me?" he asked, a combination of confusion and gentle reproach in his tone.
Caught off guard by the simultaneous barrage of questions, I found myself unsure of which one to answer first. A bubbling laughter escaped from within me, uncontrollable and infectious. It reverberated through the room, filling the space with a sense of warmth and relief.
As my laughter spilled into the silence, the tension in the place dissolved, and everyone present exchanged glances. There, in the midst of the emotional rollercoaster, a flicker of shared understanding passed between us, a silent acknowledgment that laughter can be a powerful antidote to the heaviness of the moment.
"I ran away because I couldn't bear to marry you, Devon," I admitted, my voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and regret. The weight of my decision hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to find the right words. With a deep breath, I continued, determined to express my true feelings. "I came back to tell you this because I know that running away was a cowardly act. I am deeply sorry for the pain I've caused you."
There was a solemn stillness in the room as my words settled and echoed within the space. The gravity of the situation hung in the air, each breath pregnant with unspoken emotions. Devon's face registered a mix of hurt, confusion, and perhaps a glimmer of disappointment. Silence enveloped us, heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts and unanswerable questions.
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