No,I can't just get married. I have a life that I can't just walk out of , what happens to my mother and how do I tell my aunt? I need to run away from this place. At least I know that when I leave no one will find me, besides they only know me as Imani Gale and not Zara Anderson. I thought to myself.
Alex walked out of the room he had entered before with a document in his hand, he sat on the sofa opposite to me.
"Since you already signed the marriage contract it means that we're legally married. I'm sure that you must have read the terms and conditions in being my wife. It's just a year before we can get a divorce , you'd be given a compensation for this mess. There's one more document that you haven't signed and it's the prenopetal agreement , I asked my attorney to get it for me but he's stuck in Chicago so I have to be the one to give it you. So here sign this." He said as he dropped the document on the table with a pen.
I looked at the documents on the table. Heaven knows how I used my last strength to push back he tears that were welled up in my eyes. " is there no way out of this ?" I had to ask because this is not what I signed up for at all. "If there was a way I'd be the first to leave trust me."he coldly said.
'What does he mean by that' I thought to myself as I signed the document and handed it to me. "Now there are rules to this marriage, Don't touch my things. Don't get involved in my personal life. You are to escort me to every event that I attend no matter what. And last but not least don't catch any feelings." He said with a serious face. "Our engagement party is in two weeks. Here's my card get whatever you may think you need, you'll get any necessary information from my mother."
"Go get changed you can't sleep in that. Your bath and night wear are ready." He walked out the room with the documents in his hands. To say I was speechless is an understatement. I'm actually married this is it. My dad just sold me off to strangers I know nothing about. I thought the world had evolved to a place where young adults make their own decisions. But I guess I was wrong.
I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror and studied my face. My makeup had been ruined and the mascara that was used in my eyelashes had washed down on my face and left long black ugly lines on my face due to my crying. My eyes were red and swollen. I looked like a monster. And at that sight I just started crying again.
