..FORTY..

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This is the last chapter of this story. I can't believe that I am really finally going to say goodbye to 💞Clement and Chinwem💞
Anyways, it's for the best. Enjoy! Xoxo!❤️❣️

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The wedding took place on a bright and beautiful day in May. It was the first Saturday of the month, the 2nd of May 2015. All her family members were in attendance. She had introduced Clement her groom to every one of them before the wedding except one. It was her only brother, step brother to be precise, Stephen Nwabuagu.

She introduced him alongside his wife Amaitara who was pregnant and their two year old son Joshua. He was a rather cute little boy. He had also already met her stepmothers, Xta and Marley alongside her new step fathers, David and Christopher. He had already met each of her three sisters {Lotenne, Corinne and Melody} and five step sisters {Madeleine, Onyechinuwelu, Diann, Chisimbili and Adaora}.

The wedding had gone well, a wonderful affair it was. They had shared I do’s with huge grins plastered to their happy faces. And when it had been time to kiss the bride, Clement had lifted her veil and discovered his bride as bare as a book, without any make up. He lifted a brow at her. She smiled radiantly at him and he returned it.

‘You aren't wearing any makeup,’ he commented, finally saying to her, leaning in.

‘I healed,’ she stated. ‘I do not care about what the others think, only what you think matters and you think-'

‘You are beautiful Mon Coeur, vous devez tres belle,’ he assured her. ‘And you are mine, all mine,’ he ended. He was happy, for himself and for her. She had finally overcome the trauma her father had left. He had been the therapy that she had needed, her cure. Her self esteem had skyrocketed in the little time that she had been with him. She was now confident all round, the Samantha part of her dominating her.

Despite that, he had stopped her from dancing at silver fire. He couldn’t stomach the thought of other men looking at his wife, his most prized piece of possession, dancing erotically. She now danced only for him, him and him alone.

‘It’s the icing on the cake,’ she teased. Then, he had kissed her.

‘I love you Chloe Chinwem Nwabuagu, and I will always love you, now, in the future and forever more,’ he said to her with loving tenderness in his dark eyes. She smiled.

‘I love you too Clement Ihunanyamme Ugwu and I will continue to do so till time immemorial,’ she assured him. They had then smiled broadly at each other.

After the ceremony, he had bid her people goodbye and had then whisked her away, taking her to their wonderful forever…


💞❤️❣️THE END❣️❤️💞

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