"AGATHA, do you accept Dymon as your soul mate? As your husband, are you willing to serve him, through thick and thin, until death?” That was the third question the priest asked me.But here I am, crying and shaking with fear. Until Dymon squeezed my hand tightly. The man I will marry. So I was afraid and stuttered to answer the priest."O-opo father," he said.The priest smiled before shifting the question. Now it was Dymon who was being asked, and before the priest had finished what he had to say, he immediately answered I do.It was a nightmare for me. A role I do not want to embrace. But what can I do? I feel like I'm chained somewhere that I can never break free.After our wedding, a fancy reception opened in our big house."Mister and Mrs. Ignacio," greeted the guests of honor with a smile."Thank you for attending Mayor Dondon." said Dymon who was already shaking hands with the honorable person.“Of course I will not miss this day. My friend Jose's daughter is getting married,
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