Chrysanthe Lorenzo was once married to the cold-hearted CEO, but her marriage lasted 3 months as her husband cheated on her with his lover and demanded a divorce. After discovering that she's pregnant she ran away to a small remote town raising her...
Nothing excited me in my life anymore, I do not know if is it the fact that my parents were selling me out or if is it because I never felt so alone and unwanted in my life. Beatrice wasn't their only daughter, right? I am too. But they never treated me like that, not even close. I'm as similar to the carpet they have, something that should be below them. I never understood why. She used to get lavish parties and celebrate them, while I have no recollection of any of my birthdays being celebrated, I didn't even know my birth date until I saw my birth certificate. What did I do to deserve this?
"Because you! You filthy little slut, you weren't born to my womb"
Her words broke me down. The person who I tried my entire life to impress is not my mother. All my efforts of getting her attention or for her to notice me were fruitless, she never loved me, and she never even pitied me. I was evidence of her husband's adultery, I was disgusting to her.
I never understood why I was getting hit for everything I didn't do, or how everything was my 'fault'. It used to frustrate me how I had to be accountable for mistakes Beatrice did, or the misdeeds my 'mother' was subjected to. Now, I do. I understand her resentment towards me, I understand why I was the one responsible for every misfortune the family had gone through. I understood her disgust. A lone tear threatened to leave my eyes, my throat in pain.
"yet we raised you with wealth even if you don't belong in this household, so you better repay our kindness by doing this" Every word she spat at me was laced with venom, I wonder why I never notice that hostility from her, was I too blind? I looked at my father, he avoided my eyes. Does he love me like he loves Beatrice? He only showed me kindness my entire life because he was kind. Or probably because he wanted to atone for his mistake by bringing me in. I do not who my birth mother was, they glared at me and then at each other when I questioned them. I do not want to know anymore.
Maybe it was a suitable idea for me to marry him. I do not want to stay in a household that harbours much hatred for me. Her look, his guilt, Bea's silence, they suffocate me. I wanted to run away, I want to escape this hell and end my suffering, but I have to repay them. Maybe my marriage life brings me blessings, after all, isn't that such a happy occasion?
I felt the time go by in a blur as I was numb to everything, my brain failed to register how the strangers were making me ready for a wedding I didn't want. I felt their desperation as they tried to hide my pain under a layer of make-up, I felt annoyance from every servant in the household as they served me at this very moment. Every stroke of the make-up brush met my skin with a rude force, I felt my hair pulled way too tightly into a bun which showed their animosity. The wedding dress, which was stitched hurriedly, sat oddly on my body, I felt the frustration of the tailors in every loose strand of thread that poked me through the dress.
Like a dying corpse, I was made ready to be wed.
The church's isle seemed increasingly long and strenuous to my legs. My father looked at me expectantly as he stood beside me, gesturing for me to hold his hand that was offered. It felt odd, this was the closest I ever was to my father physically, yet it was the most distant I felt. Smile, I can feel his eyes commanding me to smile, so I don't seem like the unwanted 'daughter' that they can't wait to marry off to a debtor. I smiled, and my cheeks hurt, I didn't realise that smiling can also be painful.
I felt every eye on me as I walked down the aisle. Every step was heavy, and the bouquet didn't look happy. They were judging me up and down, she isn't the one whom he promised. I heard their words, their whispers were loud, probably to insult me. I felt my mother's glare through her smile, ushering me to not disappoint her or the family. I cannot decipher the emotions in my sister's eyes, it was too foreign for me to understand. My father-in-law-to-be was the most judgmental out of everyone, I heard of the crimson family, especially him CharlesCrimson, the ruthless man who brought his company from scratch to a position that no one can touch. He hates promises that were broken and he has enough power to do what he wanted. But my family being the cunning fox they can be knew what to do. I promised him a daughter, but I didn't tell them which. So of course, I'd be fine according to him.
As I got closer to the altar I noticed him. The man whom I'll have to be wedded, love him to thick and thin, and to the moon and back. He didn't turn back to look at me as I walked behind him, I do not if it was either because he was annoyed to marry me or because he was just not interested and wanted to get over it. Whatever the reason was, it sure gave a little fear in my heart.
His hands felt cold and unwelcoming as my father placed mine in his.
"She's my sunflower, please take care of her" The words almost made me laugh, there was no love in those, there wasn't a single ounce of love in those words, they were bitter. If I thought his hands were cold, his eyes were colder. His brown eyes, looked at me like I'm a hindrance to his life. His father's hand on his shoulder made him close his eyes and sigh.
"Vincent Charles Crimson, Will you marry Chrysanthe Lorenzo, and love her to eternity?"
"I do"
"Chrysanthe Lorenzo, Will you marry Vincent Charles Crimson, and take care of him through all the thick and thin?"
"I do" my own voice felt foreign to me as it broke. These two words I never thought would bring me anxiety. The ring he put the ring on my finger felt too loose, it was clear that this wasn't made for me. His fingers in my palms were stiff as I put a ring on him. You may kiss the bride, I felt his lips on me. He held my face softly in his hands and he placed a little peck on my lips, I was surprised at the sudden gentleness from the man who oozed anger and annoyance a while ago. His eyes stayed on my face for a short while as he turned his head to smile at the cheering crowd.
I didn't notice the crowd until he looked at them, but the claps made me feel unblessed.
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Hello!
This is Nairaeth! I wrote the previous chapter nearly 2 years ago, my life and the way I perceive things has changed since then, thus the change in my writing style. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy the story and have a pleasant ride.
