I closed my eyes, allowing myself to immerse in the tranquility of the moment. The wedding dress had been completed, and memories flooded back of when Alex and I had visited the tailor. We were both anxious, fearing that my belly might expand rapidly, causing sizing issues. To preempt this, the tailor had thoughtfully allowed extra room, pledging to make adjustments before the wedding day.
Yet now, within the quiet confines of the room, doubt clouded my thoughts. Was there even a reason to proceed with the wedding? I glanced down, gently caressing my belly. What if I chose to depart with my baby? When I initially agreed to marry Alex, trust flowed between us, and he assured me he'd be a devoted father. However, with uncertainty gripping me, did our marriage still hold meaning?
