Tragic Unlove Story

Chapter Thirty

The day of my wedding.

I stared at myself in the mirror at my long white double skin dress.

I looked like a bride but my heart is clenching in my chest at every blink.

Michele has become more unstable, complains that he has tried committed suicide many times after our last meeting.

But fortunately before he could succeed in taking his own life, nurses caught him and sedated him.

He has been living on drugs to keep him asleep and at peace.

Michele had me imagining if I am marrying him instead, that Alessia is our child and not Adrian and mines. 

My mother burst through the door knocking me out of my thought.

I jumped and that made my mother turned concerned.

"Honey, are you alright? Are you have second doubts? That is normal for a soon to be bride you know he's the one you want so just remember the love and nothing negative."

Her hand held my cheek, pecking my forehead.

I cried, "Mummy."

"Shush my baby it's okay. He loves you." She pats my back.

I sniffled pulled away and let my mother fixed my make-up.

After we left to the altar.

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My father stand in front the main entrance of the altar.

His gold tie matches my mother's dress.

When my father saw me, he puts his hands on his heart and silently cries.

I hugged him then my mother held his hand comforting him.

He said, "Ready to get married wildfire?"

"Yes"

My father gave my mother a once over and smirked that made my mother shy away.

I chuckled.

The instrumental for my entrance began.