My Unfaithful Husband Wants Me Back

“You have the freedom to decide whether you want to marry into Rodriguez's family or stop being Orio Rivera daughter."With a yell, he pushed me against the wall. "No, you can not force me to marry Brian Rodriguez; I do not want to marry someone I do not love." I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face as I looked at my father with a mixture of shock and surprise. I have been crying uncontrollably all night at the mere thought of it. My father looked at me intensely.

"The Rodriguez family or nothing; you have no other option, Aria." With a firm voice, he told the driver to take him to the event center. I was already aware that he does not make baseless threats. As I walked down the aisle in my shoes and gorgeous white dress, a white veil that, in some cultures, is seen as a sign of virginity was pulled over my face. I entered the room and saw my arranged husband, Brian Rodriguez, who was waiting to be joined in holy matrimony with the priest at the altar. Brian talked to the priest to get everything together as soon as possible. I try not to show any doubt or hesitation on my face by wearing a huge smile.With intense eyes, Brian studied me.

I just stood there and waited silently for the vow, wondering how someone could be so disrespectful to a clergyman.Brian shot me a few nasty looks as he observed me closely, staring me in the cold, angry eyes, "You should know by now that our marriage is nothing more than a deal." He said. "It is unbelievable that I get to wed such an ugly clown; this punishment is too great; I deserve better." He looked straight into my eyes, clearly showing his displeasure on his whole face. "Getting married to you does not bother me as long as it keeps my family together." I responded. His words raced through me, sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced up at him and noticed that he did not appear happy at all, and he did not hesitate to express it by telling me those hurtful words.

"It was so disappointing to hear you say those things on what should have been one of the happiest days of my life,could we just have a small wedding and then head home?" I beseech him. Brian heard those words and screamed angrily, "Look at me, I want to see you and look at your ugly face!" He said it without remorse. "Really, can you be nice?" With tears nearly spilling out of my eyes, I spoke. "I will not repeat myself again; I asked you to raise your head." Lifting my head slowly to meet his gaze, I hoped that I appeared fairly normal to him—fairly plump and slender.

I turned my head to allow him to see my features better, but he used his hands to lift my chin so he could see me better from where he was standing, sweeping his gaze over my features once more for a closer look, "Not Bad.''He said. I lowered my gaze to reveal my sharp nose, brilliant eyes, and dark hair. I did not lift my head or eyes, so he could see my signature feature, a mark I got from one of my dad's brutal act.I winced with laughter at how I had maintained throughout the process and only raised my head when requested. I suppose this gave him the impression that I was a servant and he was the master as I answered all of his questions.

His cold aura and dehumanizing manner made me blush, and he spoke to me without showing any emotion. My dad's failing business broke me into a thousand pieces, and I was greatly heartbroken to learn that I would have to live the rest of my life with him. That is the only reason I agreed to this loveless marriage. I am tired of hearing him refer to me negatively; I will have to get used to Brian treating me like this.I am happy that I can now claim the Rodriguez family as my own at last.

Making my dad proud, knowing fully that my dad when he wants something can be pretty obstinate, and this was one of those occasions. I begged him, remembering very clearly the day I was given the news of my arranged marriage. It was shockingly revealed to me, there was little or nothing I could do to change his mind, as all of my pleading went unanswered as he gave the driver the order to take me along.

"I promise to change, I will be a better daughter to you, please do not allow me to get married to him," I begged.My mother was already seated in the car when I got in, she also had little or no control over what he did as well. I was so weak from crying so much and tired. We have both been his puppets. "My dear, you will be alright." She claimed that in an attempt to comfort me and put little importance before us, her tone was incredibly soft. "Mom, please talk to him; you might get through to him." "I tried everything, honey, but he will not listen."She expressed vulnerability as she realized there was nothing she could do to assist me. When I was formally informed the previous evening, I had overheard them both talking about something. Before my mother excused herself to go to the living room, there was almost a fight.

My wedding to Brian was a glamorous affair with white décor, lightning, and a select few guests invited to grace the occasion. My father had repeatedly warned me not to mess things up, I have lived my entire life under a set of rules and regulations despite enjoying the best material privileges anyone could ask for. I could not believe how quickly things turned out, so I just took a step down the aisle toward the man who was chosen for me, enduring my father's constant warnings that, should this wedding fail, he could lose everything he has worked so hard for because we are in danger of going bankrupt. Everything is due to the lavish way of living he enforced.

Even though things were not okay, I have to act like everything is. Standing in front of the minister, smiling from grin to grin, I looked at Brian, who was also standing impatiently.He was tall, attractive, and well-groomed in his navy blue suit and tie, which complemented his jet-black hair and blue eyes. His expression furrowed in exasperation. Staring at me, he muttered, "You look like an ugly duckling." "You and your family have finally gotten what you want," he continued. He yanked me out of it, looking enraged and shooting me a lethal glare.

I was feeling utterly alone and stunned as I stood there. With a knot in my stomach, I silently and carefully mouthed the words, "It was all my dad's decision." His blue eyes froze, a grin creeping across his face.It was evident to me that everything was proceeding according to plan."You should understand that since this whole thing was based on selfish gain, it can never work out between the two of us." He spoke for the entire time, and each word pierced my heart a thousand times over.

Will I be able to cope being a wife of the Rodriguez family? What is the possibility that Brian would accept me as his own?

What is the possibility that Brian would accept me as his own?