Married To My Bully

Alex

Alexander Knight

My heart picked up its pace when a frail figure stepped in through the Church door. She was wearing a long white gown that made her look like an angel descending from heaven. Her arm looped around a man’s arm. Suddenly, all noises drowned down and the world became blurred. I saw a bouquet of pink roses and white lilies in her hand as she walked up the alley leading her to me. Her face was covered in a veil but that didn’t stop my eyes from caressing her beautiful face. Her sparkling long silver earrings swayed with her every step that she took towards ME. For me. She still looked as breath-taking as she did ten years ago.   

Sweat poured out from every cell of my body when she stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for my hand. She wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was fixed on the floor. Is she nervous? Is she happy? Is she sad? A lot of questions flooded my head. I was overthinking. I knew. But this seemed too unreal. It felt like a dream. That I used to see over and over again in those years.       

Keeping my heart from leaping out, I held my hand out for her to take. I inhaled sharply when her small hand slipped into mine. Her eyes still latched on the floor. An electric jolt ran through me at our contact shaking me to the core. 

She is my first-sight love. My only love that taught me patience. My only love that taught me passion. My only love that taught me HATRED. And my only love that taught me REVENGE. 

I once loved her with all my heart. Today I hate her with every fiber of my being. 

However, my traitorous heart fluttered when she flipped her captivating spherical orbs on me. But my mind quickly reminded me of the scars that she gave me preventing my lips from curling into a smile. 

Her eyes were sparkling with happiness, hope, and excitement. All of the things that she snatched from me years ago. I maintained my stoic face while my heart was crushing with all the weight that it had been carrying all these years. Her eyes were looking at me through her veil. Studying my face. Memorizing every feature of mine. She looked satisfied. Impressed, in fact. 

And then her eyes twinkled with expectations. Expectations of a bright future from me. I scoffed internally. After filling my life with darkness, she is expecting me to give her a bright future? Hell no. 

Oh, I’ll give her a future. But it will be slightly different. A future full of regrets, agony, and beggings. That is my vow to her. 

A gruff voice abrupted my train of thoughts. I refocused my concentration on the priest who was chanting the usual marriage vows. I didn’t write my own wedding vows. Had I, she would be running for the hills by now. So, I simply repeated after him. After pronouncing “I do” drily I slipped the diamond band on her finger. Our eyes locked with each other. My cold silver burned into her warm sapphire. 

She followed suit. And finally came the time to claim her as MINE. A wave of emotion hit me when I lifted her veil. She was blushing. Her eyes were downcast but soon they flickered on my lips. I moved closer to claim her lips. Something I had been fantasizing about doing since the day I laid my eyes on her. However, unlike those times I feel nothing today but deep abhorrence for her. 

My heart jackhammered against my chest as I leaned forward to close the distance between us. And then our lips touched. A raw emotion unfurled. I closed my eyes savoring her touch as I pressed harder on her soft lips. 

But then an avalanche of memories washed over me. Memories of my sufferings, pain, torture came rushing down. Every pain that she inflicted on me without any mercy. I pulled away immediately. My skin mourned the loss of her touch but my brain patted me on my back. 

She shot me a dissatisfied look before changing it into a neutral one.  

She wanted more. She wanted me to devour her lips. I will devour. Not her body but her soul. It’s not a marriage. It’s a payback time. Only if she knew.