Love Found In the Contract

CHAPTER FOUR 🦋

🍑 P.O.V 

This wedding was nothing like what I had expected. The Tuan's and the Park's are very well known and rich. I was expecting this wedding to at least have one hundred guests and for it to be a reception and a professional photographer, and paparazzi and what not.  But none of that happened. The church was empty except by The Tuan family and the priest. The ceremony was boring, even the priest looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. 

When we both said 'I do', we exchanged rings, well I placed a ring on him and he gave me a necklace. Apparently, he forgot to purchase a ring, which got him a glare from his mother and made the priest look at me with pity. 

When the ceremony was over one by one walked away. I watched as they slowly left the church. I was expecting for my now husband will stay but he surprised me when he just went after them without saying a word to me. 

"Young man, are you alright?" the priest asks softly while looking at my husband's retrieving forme

"Yes, well I will be. This is just---"

"If I were you, I would set some ground rules and stress getting to know each other better. "

"I'll do that. Thank you"

Smiling at him I took my leave. 

At the age of twenty-four, I got married to a man because that is what my parents wished. Their wealth will increase and they will be happy. While my husband and I will be miserable. We will live in a house where there will be two rooms, one for him and the other for me. We will eat breakfast in silence and when that is done, well we will just go to our separate rooms and sleep. That will be our life, well maybe with a mistress from his part. Mistresses that I will be greeting at all hours of the day, week, month. 

This will be my life now. 

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I took a taxi to the address that was sent to me by my father. It was a nice house from the outside and had a lovely garden. It was also kind of isolated and surrounded by a wooden fence and oak trees. It was beautiful, to say the least. The house itself was made of mostly glass walls, with one or two solid wooden walls. I stared at the house longer than necessary and smile. 

This house was beautiful, it kind of resembles my dream house. Kind off because when I pictured my dream house I always thought that my significant other will be by my side. 

Pushing the already open door, I walked in. The furniture was white, the tiles were white, everything was white, which allowed for the sun rays to be more prominent. It was like if I was in a dream. I could picture my significant other and a toddler or pet running around, chasing one another. I can picture their laughter, their smiles and their eyes watery from laughing too hard. I can imagine a family, my family, here but knowing that it will never happen breaks me. It destroys everything, all hope of that dream ever coming true. 

I will never have a child or pet, or a significant other that will love me. I will never have a day in which I come home to cook for my lovely family. I will never have to attend a teacher-parent conference. I will never have a father-daughter/ son moment. I will never have a day in which I will be in complete bliss with my partner. Never. 

Never. 

And I am to blame. I am at fault for that. 

It's all my fault. 

🐇 P.O.V 

I watch him as he falls to the ground with tears streaming down his face. I watch as he goes into fetus position crying and screaming that the world is not fair. I watch as his world falls, gets destroyed. 

It's heartbreaking seeing him like this but it's not enough for me to walk down this stairs and comfort him. He is a grown man, he can comfort himself. 

I walk away from the saddening sight and walk straight into my.... our room. My stuff is already in its place but his stuff is still packed. I don't know if I should organize it for him or not. 

Glancing at his luggage and then at the comfy bed I opt for the bed, he can organize his stuff on his own. 

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Two hours have passed by and he is still crying in the same position. Going back to our room, I open his suitcase only to find five pair of dress pants, five white dress shirts, one red, blue, black, grey, and white dress jackets. Also five different pairs of different shades of black, black socks and underwear. And a small bag that I can only assume has his toiletries. He basically only has the essentials and nothing more. 

After placing his clothes in its right place in the closet I get back on the bed. Putting my earphones on and putting the volume at its highest, I close my eyes, in hopes to fall at sleep. 

Mark's dream:

I was walking hand in hand with someone. We were laughing at something I said. The laugh of the person was angelic. Her hands were so soft and pale. She looks up at me with beautiful soft brown eyes. I lift my right hand to pet her feather soft like black hair. She giggles and takes off, and shortly after I go after her. All that can be heard are her laughter and mine as we run in a forest. It was magical. She was breathtaking. 

We ran around and then we fall down next to a waterfall due to exhaustion. She smiled at me as she placed her delicate hands on her baby bump. She was pregnant, expecting our first child. She smiled but then the clear sky turned grey. I tried to get her to a dry place but she insisted on staying there. The rain got stronger but she refused to leave. I tried to carry her but she wouldn't let me. As the rain increased, so did the water on the waterfall. Soon the whole forest began to be flooded but she refused to move. 

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