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He Gets Married But Not To You-(Russell Wilson)-For Malia

You watched Russell tie his red tie. "How does it look?" he questioned. "Like a million bucks" you answered, a tinge of sadness hidden behind your fake smile. Russell was getting married today. Unfortunately, and as much as you wished, he wasn't getting married to you. The door swung open and his fiancée, Ashton, came in the room, wearing a white lace gown, hair done it a neat bun. Her already upset/ bridezilla face turned to disgust. "What the hell is she doing in here Russell?"

"Nothing, honey, we were just talking." She scoffed. "You know I can't fucking stand her." You interjected the conversation. "You know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding" you stated. She was about to say something, but Russell interrupted. "Sorry Ashton, Malia would you mind-" "I was ready to go anyway." She threw herself in Russell's arms. "Good" she smirked. You grabbed you purse and headed out to the beach where the wedding was taking place. You got situated in the front row with Russell's mom and his sister, Anna, were sitting.

-

Throughout the whole reception, you couldn't help the anger and sadness radiating from your body. The way they looked at each other when they recited their vows. You belonged there; in her place. Finally the time came for you to speak your peace. "If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together let them speak now or forever hold their peace" the minister suggested. A small whisper almost escaped your lips, but you sealed them close. "If not, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." She literally devoured his lips, jealousy built up inside of you and tears formed in your eyes. You picked up your purse and stomped off the beach.

His POV

Malia walked through the crowd of cheering family and friends. "Malia?" I called, letting go of Ashton. "Russell! Where do you think you're going?" Ashton snapped. I ran up to Malia, catching her by the arm. "Russe let me go.." she whimpered. "No, Maila. What's wrong?" "Me loving you Russell! I loved you all this time.." I wanted to say I felt the same, but for some reason, I didn't. 

Your POV

"She is trying to take you away from me!" "Ashton-" "No Russell, it's either me or her!" Ashton yelled.

The cold, harsh reality set in.

He picked her.

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