I was over the moon on my wedding day until my fierce rival crashed the wedding and took the microphone. “Hi, everyone. Nobody invited me, but I’m here to talk about something very important,” she said as she began her speech. I tensed up.
The wedding was in full swing when my husband’s self-proclaimed lover, Mary, appeared in the festival hall. I became anxious. “Why did she come here? I told you several times not to invite her!” I told Tom angrily.
Tom gave me an awkward smile. “Calm down, darling. Such a trifle can’t affect our wedding!” he said.
My rival crashed my wedding | Photo: Shutterstock
“But Tom, I asked you!” I retorted.
“See, Jessica. I really didn’t invite her! I don’t know why she’s here!” Tom explained.
“Don’t lie, Tom, I know…” Before I could finish, the guests interrupted us. “KISS! KISS! KISS! WE WANT YOU TO KISS EACH OTHER! NOW!”
Tom and I held each other’s hands and kissed passionately until the toastmaster interrupted us. “It’s time for our bride to throw the bouquet. Let’s see whose wedding will be next!” he said.
The girls all stepped out of the festive table and formed a circle. I stood in the center of the circle.
As I positioned myself, I heard some girls talking about how I looked gorgeous in the snow-white dress I had dreamed of a month ago. I blushed. I still couldn’t believe it had finally happened. I had married my boss, a charming and wealthy businessman.
Soon, the girls parted and gathered in one place. Everyone raised their hands and prepared themselves to grab the bouquet and become the next person to get married. I turned my back on the girls and threw the bouquet.
When I turned back, though, I was surprised to see the bouquet in the hands of my rival, Mary. She looked at me and smiled, but I ignored her and walked away.
I hated to see the flower bouquet in Mary’s hand | Photo: Unsplash
The toastmaster continued his speech. “The girl who caught the bouquet, please come up to the microphone.”
Mary took a step towards the stage, lifting her purple gown. When she held the microphone in her hands, my heart skipped a beat. I was sure she would say something to ruin our wedding. I should have thrown her out of the hall!
The toastmaster looked at Mary and asked, “What’s your name, young lady? Please introduce yourself!”
The moment I saw Mary standing there to begin her speech, my whole life flashed in front of my eyes.
I was a little girl running along the river when I met my first love. His name was Micheal, and he was five years older than me. He was limping when I saw him that day. Maybe he’d strained his leg in some way.
I came to a halt beside the river and fixed my gaze on him. Suddenly, I saw he slipped and fell in the river. I cried at the top of my voice, and luckily a fisherman saw him and saved his life.
I ran up to Micheal to see if he was fine | Photo: Unsplash
I ran up to Micheal and asked if he was okay. He took my hand in his and said, “Thank you for saving me. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”
From that moment on, I waited and didn’t move away from Micheal. Even when he went to the army, I waited for him to return. And one day, he finally came back. I was eighteen by then.
“Oh, look, you haven’t forgotten me.” Michael had said, taking my hand. “So, will you marry me?”
Well, I had to, because I soon realized that I was expecting a baby. We had a low-key wedding, and soon, I moved in with Michael’s parents while our house was being built. They were quite nice to me. However, one day, when I was heavily pregnant, Michael didn’t return home.
I got up a couple of times during the night and went to the construction site, but he was nowhere to be seen. Worried, I ran over to my mother-in-law. “Michael is not home yet. I’m concerned,” I told her.
I was worried when Micheal didn’t come home | Photo: Pexels
She patted my head affectionately. “Oh, honey. That’s how everyone lives. Do you think my husband didn’t cheat on me? But later, he came to his senses. Tough it up, dear,” she advised.
However, soon, the whole town was buzzing that Micheal had an affair with Samantha. I couldn’t take it any longer. so when my daughter, Helen, was born, I moved in with my parents.
Micheal persuaded me to return twice, and each time, I did. But after a while, everything happened again, and this time it was worse.
Micheal now had multiple ladies in his life, not just one or two. Samantha, Vicky, Melinda … every time it was a new woman. I was done trying to make the marriage work, so I divorced him and never looked back again.
Due to that experience, I decided to get married out of convenience. But little did I know I’d actually fall in love.
