hirty-year-old woman. If you'd listen or rather read t
n being in love with someone, exchanging vows with that someone, loving that someone for o
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e to. I initially did not want to go, but after much pr
fun. Having been too occupied with work for months,
y was about to start. The wedding ceremon
town. Maybe they were a humble cou
t the church, but hopefully,
bother looking back to see the groom; after all, he would stan
see what message I had received. It was from my P
d the bride. I turned off my phone and looked up. I took a glance
n't help but picture the groom in my head.
My whole system shut down as I stared at the man in black tux
at Liz as I let ou
brought out the invitation card and went through it again. I didn't even
tters was his name
p my head around how the groom looked exactly like my husband, why they had the same
ked pointing a finger at him. Just then, his
his face but the next moment, it was gone. He looke
ide my chest as my eyes watered."let's g
owards Francisco in the
r to the altar but the case was different here. Just as I was about to walk past the wom
k, so damn weak that I found it hard to breathe. My husban
because if Liz hadn't forced me, then I wouldn't have found ou
I didn't even realize the name o
d to believe. I had hoped that maybe he was my husband's doppelgang
g to explain to my daughters that their father
e divorce, which I feared, didn't come. Ins
bably started a fight, but I only stood there watching from the balc
y the wedding was low-key. He did
im, but he only said that a man could take as many wives
l ty
so it was very normal to have as many wives as possible.
unfortunately, she died so suddenly. I wasn't done grieving my mothe
t that my husband had cheated and married be
own; he broke our vo