Unrequited Love

Chapter 17 ...mom...

Chapter 17 …mom…

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest blessed us. I turned to my husband. He lifted my veil and leaned in to kiss me.

“I love you,” he whispered and gave me a tight embrace.

We went to our reception. It was definitely beautiful. I was happy that’s for sure but not that happy. There was something missing but I just don’t know what it was.

                   The reception was done. We went to our honeymoon – sweet and cuddled in bed. A wide smile was plastered on my husband’s face. I smiled back.

“Is something wrong? You’ve had that fake smile all day long,” he rose.

“Please! Don’t do this. We just got married,” I embraced him; “I love you.”

“I won’t force you to love me and please don’t force yourself to say that you love me unless you mean it,” he calmly said.

“But I do love you. Why else would I marry you for?” I sat beside him and leaned on his shoulder.

“I know you still love him and unless you resolve it, we will never be happy. You might as well consider our marriage as nothing,” he sighed.

He took his robe and went out of the room. I took a deep breath and lay on the bed. He’s right. I still do love him but what can I do? The man’s married. I love my husband – I really do.

          Weeks later, George and I moved to a permanent residence because it was nearer to our cupcake shop and it was nearer the hospital where he worked as a doctor. He was still mad and jealous about my liking another guy but he was always loyal. I was still the apple of his eyes; only, he never accepted my “I love yous.” Everytime I said that, he would always say, “you don’t mean that.”

I knew what he wanted me to do but what was I supposed to do? The guy is married. He is also somewhere in London and I haven’t communicated with him for three years now.

“George, I’m really sorry! You know I love you, right?” I approached him when we got home.  I was too anxious and too tired of his games. His jealousy is starting to irritate me.

“I told you already. I’m not going to accept the fact that we are married until you resolve what needs to be solved.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? I have had enough!” I went on, “how many times do I have to tell you? The guy isn’t here. He’s in London and I haven’t talked to him ever since. When will you get over your stupid jealousy?”

I headed to the couch. I felt light headed and my stomach hurt a lot.

“I have been proving myself to you. Every single day, I’m your wife; when are you going to start being my husband?” I stuttered.

My hands were clutched to the couch. I felt so uneasy. My head was spinning – everything was spinning. My stomach was being twisted and turned; the pain was unbearable. George sat beside me.

He took my hand, “why are you so cold? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied.