Single Daddy's Beloved Wife

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filled my eyes with no way of escaping. My heart ached agonizingly.

was my fate. I let the ladies doing my makeup and styling my hair do their work. I sat like a zombie,

was just a week ago that I wrote my final exams. I was studying a bachelor's degree in Visual Arts. I was a few steps from

assistant to raise money for myself. Unfortunately, it all ca

like. I wanted to run. But where could I run to when we were at the groom's farm house? He was from a wealthy

sked me. Tilting my head to look at her. She was showing me some kind of blush, I didn't kn

her one said, showing me her iPad. I wasn't bothered. All this was fake, I didn't care

e bewitched," the ladies continued their compliments. I was dead inside,

open. I didn't even bother to look up when I h

lection in the mirror. Her name was Erin Romero, she was married to the older brother of the man I was going to marry. She was married to the most influential, handsome man

or anything, just tell me," she said, reaching for my chin and tilting my head up a little?

ered the words out, my voice was

r family," she said with a smile and let go of me, I had nothing to say;

o her question and

phew, that fuzzy feeling in your stomach is sickening," the woman said dramatically, I could tell she was a jo

her, my eyes watered. I couldn't stand it; hence I flung out of the car, forget

gled to her and sobbed my heart out. Furthermore, I wanted her to tak

ero say, but I was too occupied with my mom to mind. The

er chest, I didn't want to let go, but she held my hand

could feel my aching heart, the pain in my eyes. Then she would stop the wedding. Her hesitation sent a different message. She lowered her gaze and gripped

mind... your father and I will..." my mom started saying, but before she could voice out the dr

piness... If you are not happy...then I'm...not," they meant everything to m

r face lightly as if afraid she might ruin my makeup. My eyes lowered to her touch, feeling her warmth for the last time. I nodded and a bit back tears, forgetting

e was wearing a tuxedo. He seemed happy, but his eyes said

r name was Marcela Romero. A classy lady, I failed to believe she had older children. She was still beautiful and well-kept... I also met Erin's husband. Mr. Armando Romer

wondered if the man I was getting married t