I'm getting married today.
Well, I was getting married on that dreadful day to someone I didn't know.
Well to someone I thought I didn't know.
I could remember myself crying my eyes out every morning and crying myself to sleep every night.
I was exhausted and drained.
Frustrated at the world for hating me. I've always had the bad luck, I knew my bad luck would never run out but instead increase, and I was right.
Very right.
The wedding was any girl's dream wedding.
Any girl but not me.
The theme was gold and pink with lots of mesmerizing roses.
I wished I was happy with this wedding.
But it was all a wish.
I didn't even know my groom. I had no idea who he was.
We haven't even met, how are we meant to live together for years.
I know this was a life long wedding after all it was arranged by Celine and my father.
They would do anything to sell me without the public having any idea they were actually selling me.
I was exhausted right before the wedding.
The artists did not even care. They kept on pulling and tugging m, smirking and gossiping wishing me fake lucks even though their eyes said otherwise.
They were obviously here to make fun of me, and they did.
They kept on chirping comments asking about the husband I had no idea of and giggling whenever I kept quiet.
The wedding dress was ridiculously heavy. It was too extravagant and obviously expensive.
I wanted a simple wedding with fairy lights and important family members. Not a wedding with the media swarming around.
To them this was just a show and a display of wealth.
They saw me but they couldn't see the pain my eyes held underneath my facade of a happy wedding.
I had to walk myself down the aisle.
My father didn't want anything to do with me. Even if he was selling me, the least he could do for me was to walk me down the aisle.
I needed support but he never provided it to me even though he was sellinge to someone I did not know.
I was obviously being sold, I didn't know my soon to be husband, I was just being pushed out of the house.
I didn't look look at the man I was meant to live with for the rest of my life when I got to the altar, I just kept on looking down.
I zoned out until the priest had to nudge me a bit to wake me up from my day dream, immediately realising that everyone was staring at me.
Then the priest repeated the question. "Do you Aphidah Stark tale Felix Blackwell as your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, form this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you apart?
I was dumbfounded.
Felix Blackwell.
That was my Felix.
Well, it was the monster Felix and I was sure at that very moment that my life would be anything but easy.
Then I snapped out of my moment and replied "Yes I do"
I had successfully signed my life over to someone I knew would never love me but only make my life a nightmare. I was so scared.
I couldn't say no, my father would be absolutely furious and only destiny knows what might happen to me.
Celine might forever erase my existence from the earth and I didn't want that.
My life might have been a nightmare but it was nothing compared to the hell my life transformed into after my marriage.
Unlike every forced marriage story with the groom who hated his bride, Felix did not leave at the reception, he stayed.
We had our first dance with him looking above me and holding me like I was the filth he was about to get rid of.
To the public we looked like an amazing couple but I knew something was wrong after all he hasn't spoken a word to me since we met at the altar.
Talking about the altar, when we were supposed to kiss he actually kissed me.
He stole my first kiss but it was quite harsh like I was being punished.
I danced with my dad but it was for a very brief moment.
I was torn underneath and Celine knew that. I could see the evil smirk she kept on sending my way through the wedding process.
I knew lots of people will know about this wedding after all the most influential families were having a life long bond with eachother.
My work friends would definitely tease me when I get to work. Now I have to invent a love story I can tell them so they would believe our love is genuine.
My love is just gonna be my problem alone.
No one can help me.
I could see the devilish smile on Felix face when we got into the car for our honeymoon.
Celine was very happy and I could see the excitement glowing on her face even though crocodile tears were sliding down her face.
My dad was just putting on a neutral face when I was leaving.
I haven't felt anymore worthless than I felt today.
I just saw how cruel my family was. No one loves me and I'm so they never will.
I was just a burden.