"And now you can kiss the bride"
The priest said, and the groom watched his bride, standing in front of him, with her eyes full of love an a wide smile on her lips.
He lean forward, and slowly touched her hand with his thumb, with his other hand caressed her face, and then he ended the distance between them with a sweet kiss.
After a few moments, they separated and for an instant stand face...
To face.
The tension was palpable, he was in front of her, watching her with fury. The air was heavy, there's silent in the whole room, she couldn't move, she couldn't talk, she couldn't do anything because of the shock.
Her husband was carrying a gun on his right hand, the blood stains were visible in the sleeve of his shirt. She gulped, knowing that was the end.
"Darling, what have you done?"
"Darling? Are you mocking me? What I have done? This is what you have done, everything is your damn fault..."
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The Perfect Wife
General Fiction*Mature content, unedited version* She was in love. Her wedding day was a dream come true. She believed that their love will last forever, until she found out that she was living a lie. Now she'll become a perfect lie. And Him, be the one who corrup...
