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

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

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

anything, just tell me,” she said, reaching for my chin and tilting my head up a little? No

ered the words out, my voice was

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

o her question and

hew, 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

ould 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 drea

iness… If you are not happy…then I'm...not,” they meant everything to me,

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 my

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

er 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