A Silent Surrender

Where's my wife ?!

The priest gave a brief sermon, and then it was time for our vows. It couldn't be that hard; they were already written out for me. All I had to do was read them. I was the first to speak, exchanging rings as I said my vows.

"I, Evaline Lavigne, vow to be a good wife to you, to love and support you. To stand by you through good and hard times, in sickness and in health, in moments of pain and joy. I vow to be faithful and loyal to you. Help me, Lord, to keep these vows." I spoke, my hand trembling slightly as I slid his ring onto his finger.

Now it was Miguel's turn. He took my hand, his voice steady and deep as he recited his vows. "I, Miguel Rodriguez, vow to be a good and loving husband to you. To love, protect, guide, and provide for you. I will support you and care for you until my last breath. Help me, Lord, to keep these vows." He then placed my ring on my finger.

His ring was simple, just a plain gold band. Mine, however, was golden too but adorned with delicate diamonds all around, much more ornate.

"You may now kiss the bride."

The words stunned me. Miguel smiled at me before leaning in for the kiss. I froze, unsure of what to do. I had never kissed anyone before. As his hands gently cupped my waist, he pulled me closer, one hand resting on the back of my head, guiding me toward him. I trembled slightly, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me.

Then his lips touched mine, soft, warm, and surprisingly sweet. I felt myself melt into the moment, unexpectedly wanting it to last forever. When he finally pulled back, he looked at me and smiled again. This time, I smiled back. For the first time, I felt like I could trust him, just from the way he looked at me.

The room erupted in applause as the priest announced us as husband and wife. Before I knew it ,we were now headed to the reception .

As we slid into the sleek black car, the air felt heavy with unspoken words. I settled into my seat, adjusting the soft fabric of my dress as I stole a glance at Miguel. He sat next to me, his attention firmly fixed on his phone, completely absorbed in whatever . I felt a pang of disappointment; the man I had just married seemed a million miles away, lost in his own world.

The ride to the wedding reception felt endless, my heart fluttering with nerves and anticipation. When we finally arrived, the venue was a beautiful blend of elegance and festivity, adorned with flowers and lights that danced in the evening breeze. We stepped out, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as we entered the hall.

Inside, family members were mingling, laughter and chatter filling the air. I scanned the room, eager to find Alec. I started toward him, but before I could reach my brother, my mother intercepted me, her smile bright but firm.

"Eva, darling, you should sit with Miguel. He's your husband now," she directed, leading me to a table set for two. I glanced back at Alec, who gave me a sympathetic look, and I resigned myself to my fate, taking a seat beside Miguel.

During lunch, we exchanged pleasantries with family, but Miguel remained aloof, his demeanor cool and collected. I felt a twinge of loneliness beside him, but I tried to brush it off. It wasn't until the first dance that things took an unexpected turn.

As we moved across the dance floor, I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, his hand resting lightly on my waist. Suddenly, he smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So, how's your knee from this morning?"

Surprised that he remembered, I shot him a glare. "You're still bringing that up?"

He chuckled softly, and for a brief moment, the walls between us seemed to thin. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You fell pretty hard."