“Yes, Rita is the one I should have married. It was a mistake marrying you, but don't think you can come crawling back to me. When we're finally divorced, I don't want to ever see you again."
"I will never crawl back to you, but you'll regret betraying me and going behind my back. I’ll make sure of it."
"Aha, you wish." He answers mockingly "You can't do nothing. You have no power, atleast not without me. You are going to regret this decision. I am still on the fence on wether I should fire you from the company, so tread lightly."
"Whatever you want Eric" I say back with a broad smile.
"I don't know what I ever saw in you. Rita is just so amazing to me and we are so happy together."
“You can't fight love, sis” Rita adds proudly, kissing Eric's cheek.
Emerson, who had been sitting quietly all this time, finally spoke up.
"Eric, I'm really disappointed in you. You know that Rita and Mina are sisters. What you did has broken her family. Why would you sleep with Nina, and even worse, get her pregnant?"
"Dad, you don't understand," Eric tries to defend himself.
"What I don't understand," Emerson responds sternly, "is how you could do this after knowing what your mother did to me…what she did to us. She cheated on me and left, abandoning you in my care without ever bothering to check up on us."
"I know, Father, but…"
"But still," Emerson interrupts, "you went ahead and did the same thing to your wife. You know how much I despise cheating. I despise disloyalty. Why would you do that?"
Eric hesitates before replying, "Well…Dad, you weren't married to Mina, so you don't understand what a bitch Mina can be sometimes. And honestly, from the very beginning, I realized I should have married Rita, not her."
Emerson sighs, his disappointment evident. "I just hope you know what you're doing," he says as he walks out the door.
With that, I take my things and stand to follow him outside, while Eric and Rita keep throwing me ugly looks.
A week Later.
I know nobody was expecting me to go to my ex-husband and sister's wedding, but there's no way I'm missing it. Of course, I'm not going there during the official ceremony itself. I'm going to the party for the celebration. That's where I'm going to make my appearance. A grand entrance.
When I show up at the party, making sure to be as fashionably late as possible to gain everyone's attention and make a memorable impression. As I walked in the room was suddenly filled with a hush that turned into suprise looks, gasps of suprise and whispers.
I was wearing the most extravagant and beautiful dress I had ever owned, a stunning white gown, just like the bride's.
I make my way through the crowd and head straight for the high table. There, Emerson, my ex-father-in-law, greeted me with a warm smile and pulled out a chair for me
When all the formalities for the wedding were over, and the newlyweds were making their rounds to thank everyone and engage in conversation, Eric, now my ex-husband and brother-in-law, all mixed up in one weird sentence walked towards me.
"I knew you couldn’t stay away," he said, a hint of triumph in his voice.
I didn’t respond, merely just looked at him.
"You thought your mom would make a big deal out of marrying Rita, but once she found out Rita was pregnant, everything went smoothly from there," he continued.
I had thought about this. My mother always had a special place for Rita that I couldn't fully understand. Eric was clearly using this knowledge to provoke me, but I wasn't easily manipulated, especially not with the joker card I had in hand.
"I think you should go and be with your wife now," I said coldly.
"Of course I am. Marrying you was the worst mistake I could have made. Now, I’m so happy with my new wife, the woman of my dreams, and the mother of my children. I was with you for three years and couldn’t give me a child. But with her, in just three months, I’m already going to be a father."
"I think congratulations are in order," I said smoothly.
Eric stared at me, filled with confusion and irritation. "I’m already married, Mina. You can’t have me back."
"I don’t want you back, Eric," I replied coolly. "What made you think I did?"
"Then why are you here?" Eric shot back. "You’re my ex-wife. I just got married to your sister. You and Rita aren’t even talking anymore. So why are you here if you’re not here to get on your knees and ask for my forgiveness?"
I laughed sarcastically, looking at him with disdain. At that moment, Rita appeared, pulling Eric toward her with a possessive grip.
"What are you doing here, you manipulative bitch? We’re already married. You guys are divorced. What do you want from me? What do you want from my husband?"
"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, Rita," I said, glancing around at the crowd now focused on our confrontation. "Let's not make a scene."
Eric’s face reddened as Rita’s grip tightened. "Eric already broke up with you. He divorced you. He doesn’t want you anymore. I’m carrying his child. I’m his wife now. You can’t take him away from me."
"I never said I was interested in Eric," I snapped. "Why do you think I’m here for him?"
Just then, Emerson, my ex-father-in-law, approached us. "Hey, what’s going on?" he asked. "You’re causing a commotion and being an embarrassment."
Eric now visibly frustrated said. "It's this woman. She just can't stay away from me. I already got divorced from her, but she still came to our wedding, trying to get my attention. Who even invited her to the wedding? She’s not even talking to her sister."
Emerson turned to Eric, his voice firm. "You’re embarrassing your wife. You’re causing a huge commotion and fighting with your ex-wife. It’s not a good look for a newly married man who should be happy with his new wife."
Eric was now annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her."
Emerson met Eric's gaze.
"I invited her."
Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes.
"Why would you invite her?" Eric demanded.
"I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."
"What?" Both Rita and Eric asked in unison, their voices laced with disbelief. "You can't be serious," Rita added, her face twisted in shock. Eric, on the other hand, was filled with a combination of anger and confusion. "It can't… you can't marry her. Dad, what do you mean you asked her to marry you? This will make me a laughing stock. You can't do this, Dad. You can't! She's my wife. You can't marry her!""Your 'ex-wife'," I corrected him, smiling as I took Emerson's hand in mine. By now, we had gained the curious gazes of people around us. The guests, sensing the tension, began to inch closer, eager to hear what the argument was all about. When they noticed our intertwined hands, mine and Emerson's the whispers started. Murmurs spread like wildfire. I could see Eric growing more anxious, his face reddening as the embarrassment consumed him. Rita stood next to him, clearly as mortified as he was."Dad, what the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't marry her!" Eric's voice
Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as the gravity of the moment hit me. I had never expected this, not here, not now. I could barely hear the murmurs and whispers from the guests surrounding us, all my focus on the man kneeling before me."Mina," he continued, his voice firm and strong, sure of himself "I'm asking you, Mina, would you make me the happiest man in the world and agree to marry me?“"Yes, yes, yes, and again, yes! I'm ready, I will marry you!" I said, my voice trembling with excitement as I let Emerson, Eric’s father, slip the engagement ring onto my finger. The diamond was huge, far bigger and heavier than the one Eric had given me. My fingers felt the weight, and I couldn’t help but compare them. Emerson's ring was much more beautiful, a true piece of art and a clear statement. Unlike Eric’s, which now seemed like a hollow promise.He stood and pulled me into a hug. I hesitated, not sure if it was appropriate to kiss him right there with everyone watc
I could see the disgust on my mother's face and it killed me that my own family could do this to me. Emerson stood his ground. He didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. Instead, he calmly faced her, never losing his composure.“Kristen, listen to me. I respect you, I would hate for us to be at odds. After all, you're going to be my mother-in-law," Emerson said, his voice respectful, although I could hear the mocking in his tone.My mother’s face turned into pure disgust and anger the moment those words left Emerson's mouth. She recoiled as if the very idea repulsed her. “Never, never! You will never be my son-in-law!”“Well,” Emerson responded calmly, “I just asked your daughter to be my wife, and she said yes.”“Emerson,” she spat his name as though it burned her tongue, “what kind of joke is this? You’re older than me! How can you even think of becoming my son-in-law? Don’t the two of you have any shame? Don’t you feel any embarrassment? The humiliation!….” She pointed an accusatory fing
We went around the wedding reception greeting people, and saying hello to the guests at the party. Half of them were the company’s employees anyway. And since Emerson was the boss, the CEO and owner of the company, people couldn't help themselves as they came toward us, congratulating us on our engagement. We both knew that everybody invited here was either in the business, wanted to get into the business, or was some sort of associate. And since I was with the top dog, they might or might not agree with our engagement, but they couldn't help but congratulate us with a smile. They congratulated us with plastered smiles on their faces, saying how happy they were for us, but I could see in many faces they weren't exactly overjoyed over our engagement.Some were probably more jealous than happy, wondering how I managed to land a man who had been single for more than fifteen years of his life ever since his wife left. And then all of a sudden, he was getting engaged to me, after divorci
When I got into my hotel room, I thought that the first thing I would do was get a bubble bath and then go to sleep, but it wasn't. Yes, I did have a long, soothing bubble bath, but after I went to bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I tried falling asleep in every angle and every corner, but it didn't work. I was too high on adrenaline, and I decided to throw myself a celebration.I called room service and ordered myself two bottles of wine, a two-layered chocolate ice cream cake, and some much-needed food. I had lost contact with most of my friends when I got married to Eric because he always pressed me about my nosy friends and told me we should be focusing on building our family and the company. He wanted to prove to his father that he was capable so his father would retire early and let him run the company and I wholeheartedly supported him. What a fool I had been.The truth was I didn’t really mind distancing myself from those friends because Rita was there, and she was always the fri
Emerson looked away, rubbing the back of his neck and wiping his face as if to clear whatever confusion was clouding his mind. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice softer now. "I know how much you loved Eric, and it wouldn’t be the first time people got divorced only to realize they were still in love with each other. So yeah... I considered it." He admitted sheepishly.I was stunned, staring at him in disbelief. My mouth opened, but no words came out. A part of me wanted to scream, to yell that he had no idea what he was talking about. How in the hell would he think that?But instead, all that came out was a soft, "No.""No, please don’t tell me that you thought that," I said, "Please don’t tell me that you thought I would get back with that cheater, with that 'asshole.' Seriously, Emerson, give me some credit."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The sheer audacity of it made me want to scream. "You think I would have married him if I knew what kind of man he would turn out to be? D
After I took a shower, I started folding my clothes and putting them into my bag. I didn’t know that it took too long until Emerson came in. He knocked twice on the door and then got inside.“What are you doing?” he asked me.“As you can see, I’m folding my clothes. You did come to pick me up, right? So, I’m folding my clothes so after we’re done, we can leave.”“Yes, but I was actually expecting you for breakfast. It’s getting cold. Come on, let’s go.”“I’m just about to get finished” “I’ll help you later,” he said, as he took my hand in his.The gesture made me feel so loved and cared for. I smiled at him as I let him lead me to the table. I sat down, and then we had a quiet breakfast. When we were done, I asked him, “Okay, so are you going to help me with my clothes?”“Yes, I think as we do that, we can continue our conversation.”That’s when I remembered what he had said yesterday. “Yes, that talk.” I sighed. “Alright.”As we walked towards the bed, he casually asked, "So, ho
We sat in silence for a moment, until Emerson finally spoke, his voice more serious than before. "What I really wanted to talk to you about is this marriage," he began. "I know that we’re not in love with each other….you’re not in love with me….and this marriage isn’t real. You’re only doing this for revenge."I nodded, unsure of where he was going with this."But I also want you to know," he continued, "when you make that vow and you’re married to me, you represent me, the Blackwind name, my company, everything that comes with it. I can’t have you making me stand there in public with my dick in my hands."His words made me smile, but I quickly stopped when I saw the look on his face. "Yeah, I understand. And I would never think of tarnishing your name. Or hurting you for that matter""I know," he said with a slight nod. "But it’s good to talk about these things. To have them out in the open, so there’s no confusion or misinterpretation later.""Okay, I get it," I replied, appreciat