Chapter 11

Tycelyn's POV

"Who is he now?" Kreed's Mother asked her eyes on mother.

"Call the security," Mother yelled at her secretary, "Who even let him enter the hall in the first place?"

"Young man, why do you object to this wedding?" The priest asked amidst the argument.

"Are you even asking that question," Ziora glared at the priest. If eyes could murder, the priest would have been six feet under by now.

"How can the man standing at the altar marry an already married woman whose husband is still alive?" Kenzal said and just then the reporters in the room brought out their cameras and phones.

"Your wife?" Kreed muttered innocently under his breath, since I was close to him, I heard it loud and clear.

"Drop the cameras!" Mom's secretary yelled but the Media refused to listen and they continued taking shots of what was going on in front of them.

"Mother, what does he mean by Tycelyn is married?" Ziora asked calmly.

"Let me rephrase, how can Mr Kreed Cyrus marry my wife Mrs Tycelyn Mosiah?" Ken