Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 19

"You look so beautiful," my aunt Grethen told me.

I turned around and smiled at her, "I just wish I wasn't marrying under these circumstances," I admitted.

She walked toward me and put her hand on my shoulder and rubbed up and down.

She gave me a small smile before sitting down on the couch in front of me.

"He's a nice guy Beverly, I know you don't want to marry him. But he will be a fine husband. He's good looking, and you two will make beautiful children and be happily married within no time. Give him a chance dear, don't just think that everything will be hell. A lot of people have arranged marriages and end up happy."

I knew she was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation, but looking at myself in the mirror is only making me feel worse.

In 2 days I would be getting married. The dress I was wearing had been chosen since the day Francis agreed to marry me.

Today was the day he would be back, and I would meet Francis's father, finally, as his soon to be bride.

I was terrified.

"Perfect, you look perfect," Francis said as he walked into the room with us.

He didn't care if he saw the dress, he was the one who picked it out to begin with.

"Does it look like you wanted it?" I asked him as I carefully stepped down from the stand and walked toward him.

He nodded and smiled. He grabbed my hand and spun me around to get a better view of the dress.

He looked toward my aunt, signaling for her to leave and she instantly understood.

Once my aunt left the room, Francis sat me down on the couch, but instead of me sitting next to him, he sat me right on his lap so I was straddling him.

It was uncomfortable since I had the dress on.

"How have you been feeling?" he asked as his eyes moved throughout my dress.

"I've been feeling fine," I told him.

"I want you to go and take this. I know it's early, but I just want to know,"

Francis opened up his jacket and pulled out a pregnancy test.

My eyes widened, "I'm in a wedding dress,"

He rolled his eyes, "Not now dummy, later, whenever you get the chance. If it's negative we will try again tonight,"

I nodded. "I thought you were coming back tomorrow,"

Francis's eyes were now on my breast. He looked up when I spoke and sighed, "I wanted to come back. I didn't have the patience for business right now. I thought it would be better if I came back, and spent some time with you. I think we should get to know each other before we seal the deal,"

"But technically didn't we already seal the deal?"

Francis looked at me confused as he raised his eyebrow.

"When we tried to get pregnant," I added.

" Look, Beverly. I'm gonna be honest with you. As I think we should be throughout this entire marriage. I don't want to kid to be honest. At least not right now. I'm too young, I wanna give it some time. I always wanted to find the perfect wife, and have children with her. But as of right now that's not gonna happen. It's probably never going to happen. I don't think a child should be conceived just because that's the way it has to be. But either way, we're going to have to do what we have to do. I'm gonna have to marry you and you were gonna have to marry me. It'll work for the better. It would just be better if you except it."

I knew he was right. But I also didn't know that he felt like that. I thought he wanted to chat ever since he turned 18. Thinking that it would work.

"I didn't know you felt like that. You're right, we should be more honest. If I would've known that I would've felt a bit different about this whole situation. I don't even want to have children in general. I think I'll definitely be a horrible mother. I don't want to give my child at this I'm near any either. I know there are options so we can do, but I don't want to do that. If I were to have a chat I would want to be his mother. I would want to take care of it. But I'm not even 25 yet and I don't wanna have a child with somebody that I do not love."

Francis looked at me, and sighed. He knew what I wanted, and he could not help me. Both of us were getting screwed in this marriage. This was an either a win win, or win loss. It was both loss loss.

"I'll tell you something, but you can never tell anyone.I know you're going through a hard time, but so am I. I have a bout a month until we met, I believe that I was going to marry this woman. Her name was Penelope. She was so beautiful, and so amazing. But to my father told me that I had to marry you. Of course I was just going to go on the date with you, and tell him that I wanted a thing to do with you. And continue to see Penelope. But a week before the date my father found out about her. And for about three years me and her head kept in relation to the secret. As soon as he found out, he sent been over to her house and they killed her. That's why I was so upset when I first met you. I know it's not your fault, but I was quite upset with the whole situation. I just lost the love of my life, and I was upset. Neither of us are going to be happy with this marriage. Unless we try and work for it. I'm not sure if you want to work for it, but I do. I don't want to be unhappy for the rest of my life."

"I'm really sorry that happened Francis. You're right. We both need to work for this. I just wish we would've met a different way. But I know you were in love with Penelope, and I can just tell by that. I always dreamed about meeting a guy, and being happy with him. And maybe, just maybe one day we would have a baby together. I never thought in my right mind that any of this would be happening. And I'm sorry that it has to be like this,"

Francis looked at me, as if he was contemplating something. He smiled for second, then it quickly went away and he pushed me off of him leaving me on the couch. He still up, and fixtures suit before walking out.

I got up from the couch, distraught. I can't believe he just did that. My aunt quickly walked back in, and smiled.

"He really is so sweet, and quite handsome. I think everything will work out between you and him and end. You should stop worrying about it so much."

I shook my head, I couldn't do this right now. I need to talk to somebody. Whether it was Wren or Meredith.

I've spoken to Meredith multiple times over the past few weeks. She spent multiple nights with me while Francis was gone.

But on the other hand, I haven't spoken to Wren whatsoever.

He left me on read with the text message, and he hasn't replied. He hasn't called me, or texted. After a week, I finally decided to give up. If you would need to talk to me he would. And if he didn't, he wouldn't. I didn't wanna push him, I made him really upset after slapping him.

" I need to go home, I need some rest. It's been a long day." I told her as I quickly rushed back to the changing room. It was now about 6 o'clock, and the store that we were in was about to close.

Time passes by so quickly, what felt like a day, was soon three weeks and I was getting married in two days. To me that I did not lie, and I did not love.

My friend was no longer talking to me, and would not be at my wedding.

I pulled out my phone, and even though my conscious told me not to, I decided to text him. Once more.

Beverly: I know you don't wanna talk to me, but if you want anything to do with me please come to my wedding. It's a 3 o'clock out 1294 West Brook Rd. If you don't come I'll never talk to you again. I'll never message you, or call you. I'll never bug you. I promise. But if I mean anything to you, and if you still wanna be friends and talk, please come.

And with that, I left him alone...