UNPLANNED MARRIAGE

My father kept pushing me to marry that guy, but I refused.

I kept pushing the guy off, but he wouldn't give up. He loved me, but I never felt the same way about him. His father, Mr. Alison, and my father arranged the marriage without telling me. When they told me about the wedding, it was the day after it was supposed to take place, and I had to go because not showing up would be an embarrassment to my family.

I felt terrible when I heard the news, but I had to go through with it. After the wedding, we went home, and he tried to be friendly, but I wasn't giving him a chance.

"Mi amor, can you tell me what you like and hate in a relationship?" he asked.

I didn't respond. His name was Jace Steve Alison, and I was his wife it all felt like a dream. "Aren't you going to answer me?" he asked again.

"Leave me alone, Jace," I said.

"Call me something sweet, we're married," he replied.

"So what?" I said.

"Hey baby, come on...I love you," he said, but I went to bed without responding.

He climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Move away from me," I said.

"Give me a chance; I'm not that guy who hurt you," he pleaded.

"I don't trust you," I shouted, and he moved away from me angrily.

"It's alright if you don't trust me; I understand," he said, getting out of bed and sleeping on the couch.

I felt bad, but I forgot about it and lay back in bed.

"You're a drama queen," he said, and I smiled.

"I didn't do anything," I sneered.

"What did you want to know about me, huh? Okay, come and sit, and I'll tell you," Jace said, his tone softening.

"I'm a detective, and I want to take the exam to join the army," He revealed.

"Army?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Right!" He replied

"Why? we just got married," I pointed out.

"I know, but I must pass the exam," He replied.

"You'll leave me and Darna?" I asked, concern etched on his face.

"Not really," He said. "Well, I want you to look for a job at Smithson & Co."

"What position?" I asked.

"You're intelligent and have a certificate. Apply for a secretary position," He suggested.

"I'm not sure, Jace," I said, hesitating. "I don't know if I'm ready to work as a secretary."

"Nonsense," Jace replied, smiling. "You'll be great. And it'll be good for us to have some space, don't you think?" He laughed because of what he said

I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. Maybe this was an opportunity for us to reconnect, or at least for me to get some distance from Jace's suffocating affection.

"I once worked as a secretary but I got fired because of one mistake and I decided not to work as a secretary again, I will think about what you said," I said, stalling for time.

Jace nodded, his expression neutral.

"Okay, take your time. But I think it would be good for you to get out of the house and focus on something else."

I nodded, feeling a twinge of unease. Was Jace trying to get rid of me, or was he genuinely concerned about my well-being?

"I'll let you know what I decide," I said finally, breaking the silence.

Jace smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I'll be waiting to hear from you."

The conversation felt forced, After everything, he went to work that morning but then he didn't come back on time. I thought he would return eventually, but he didn't. When Darna came back from school, she ate lunch, while I helped her with her Homework I waited, thinking Jace would be back soon, but he didn't show up.

As night fell, the thunder outside intensified, casting a gloomy shadow over the house. I had been waiting for Jace, but he still hadn't returned. Finally, I heard the door creak open, and Jace stumbled into the house, drenched from the rain. His eyes were sunken, and his face was pale.

Jace tried to speak, but his words were slurred. He took a few steps forward, then collapsed onto the floor. I gasped, my heart racing with fear.

"Jace, oh no!" I cried, dropping to my knees beside him.

His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at me, his expression weak.

"I'm so sorry I came back late," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I asked

"Where have you been? What happened to you?" trying to keep my voice steady. But Jace's eyes closed again, and he lay there, motionless.

I shook him gently, trying to rouse him.

"Jace, wake up! What happened?" But he didn't respond.

I quickly grabbed a blanket and covered him, trying to warm him up. His wet clothes clung to his body, and he was shivering uncontrollably. I knew I had to get him out of his wet clothes and into something warm.

As I tried to undress him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awkwardness. His wet clothes clung to his body, and I had to wrestle them off, trying not to touch him more than necessary. My face grew hot with embarrassment as I struggled to remove his shirt, my fingers brushing against his cold skin.

I felt like I was invading his personal space, and the intimacy of the moment made me squirm. I quickly grabbed some warm pajamas and tried to dress him, but my hands felt clumsy, and I fumbled with the buttons.

The whole process felt ridiculously awkward, and I couldn't help but wonder what Jace would think if he knew I was undressing and redressing him like a doll.

"What am I seeing?" I thought, my eyes widening in surprise.

"Nakedness, vulnerability, and intimacy. "My eyes" I shouted and trying to cover my eyes as I dress him. this is the worst thing have ever done.

He gentle opened his eyes and found himself on the bed dressed in his pajamas, he can only remember passing out, then who on Earth u dress him?

"What the fuck!" He realized that I was the one and he felt embarrassed