Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
At that very moment, everything was silent as everyone waited for the groom to answer.
The clicking sound of my shoes grew louder, becoming the only sound in the room.
This made me panic a little, feeling uncomfortable. I quickened my pace towards the nearest bench, not wanting to disturb the ceremony.
Especially since I was practically gate crashing. The groom should just say the two words already, as the silence was becoming increasingly awkward and funny, to be honest.
It seemed like the sound of my heels on the floor reached all the way to the altar, causing the groom to turn his head and lock eyes with me.
His face displayed a shocked and frozen expression, as if he had turned into a statue. He stared like that for a few seconds, leaving me confused.
I stopped in the middle of the church, wondering what was going on. I thought maybe he was looking at me like that because I was trespassing a private event.
I decided to turn and leave before I caused any trouble for myself. I should leave before he asks someone to kick me out, considering I am a stranger at his wedding.
I started walking away quickly, only to immediately hear a woman's voice calling out, "Jeremy!" followed by footsteps coming towards me.
"Jeremy, where are you going?... Jeremy...." The voice sounded like the bride's, the same voice that had just said "I do" a few seconds ago.
"Jeremy! Jeremy!" She screamed loudly behind me, her voice filled with confusion and panic.
Then murmurs could be heard all over the church.
"What's going on?"
"I have no idea!"
"Where is the groom going?"
"Could something bad have happened that's why he is leaving in such a hurry?"
The guests sounded confused.
Was this man they called Jeremy coming towards me? Was he coming to catch up to me? If so, why? No, no, I don't want to find out.
Why would he leave his wedding, leave his bride at the altar after seeing me? I started feeling nervous and clutched my bag tightly as I continued walking out of the church, not slowing my pace.
The footsteps got closer and closer as I reached outside, making me feel like running.
But before I could act on that thought, a hand grabbed my arm, causing me to stop in my tracks. I turned around, annoyed, ready to push the person away.
And the person responsible was the groom, the same person who had been at the altar just a second ago. He was a tall, very handsome man. That was something I noticed at first glance.
He was dressed in a well-tailored black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a black tie. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a deep chocolate brown. His lips were full and pink.
However, his aura was hostile.
I tried to pull my hand away from the stranger, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held my other arm and pulled me towards him roughly.
"How many lives do you have, Gwen? How are you not dead?" he asked through gritted teeth.
