Part 2: My Husband?

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"Dad, what is going on? Are you serious? How can I get married when I am only 20 years old? Tell me you are joking!" I raised my voice higher.

"Mary, you are not a kid anymore. I know I'm wrong. But this is the only choice for our family to survive. You are my daughter so you have to do this. Next week, he will come here and take you to his house to prepare for wedding ceremony."

This is the end for me and I know it. He hasn't changed. He hurts me and my mother for many years with this gambling habit. Day by day, I only pray for him to alter his habit. But it's impossible. He's not a sweat and caring father I used to have. That is why my relationship with him is not like before.

"Dad, I'm very disappointed in you. I know you are a gambler since I was 10 years old. For these past years, you haven't changed at all. I'm not going to be part of your game. I'm a person not a thing for you to toast around and play with my life. This is my life. I have my own choice." I have had enough. I will not agree to this matter.

After that, I stormed out of his room. I went to my mother's room and saw her crying. She's gone through a lot. She's my strongest mom. If it was not her, this family was going to fall apart somehow. She's my beloved mother. I stood outside her door watched her crying silently. I couldn't stop my tear from falling. Why? Why did my dad...? After 20 minutes, I went back to room and cried my heart out. I was thinking to myself. This is the last time. I'm going to save this family but this is the f*king last time. I'm going to let my mom divorce my dad. I don't know stopping her from divorcing my dad in the past had put her through. I'm not going to make her suffer anymore.

"Good Morning, Mr. Edward." I greet him morning and sit next to him on the sofa.

"Morning, Mary! You don't have to address me Mister. You can just call me Edward. We're going to be husband and wife soon. We've to be comfortable around each other." he responses with a smirk.

I hate that. I wish I die at the moment I hear his voice. He is handsome like a prince charming in Disney Movies. He's tall and muscular. He's got a face and body for die for. He is a foreigner. And I hate the fact that he's not Asian. I just want to tell him that I am the first girl who won't fall for his fake charms.

After having a conversation with my dad, he walks me to his white Porsche Car. This is so awkward siting near a man you hate the most.

"Why are you so silent? Oh... Maybe you want to be my wife too? You're happy, right? But don't be happy yet! You're going to be my wife only on the surface and in front of others. To me, you're just a girl whom I bought to satisfy my desire."

That bastard!


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