The Bride

“I hope it makes you happy.”

He spoke and headed for the door and I ran to stop him but Ciara stopped me. “Mom, please.”

I tried to pass my sister. “Mother!”

I screamed but she closed the door.

I stiffened and looked at the door as if I could see through it, I wasn’t

ready to accept that they just kicked me out. I grabbed my sister’s hand and looked at her like a demon.

“Why now?” You promised!” “Why?”

came before

“Remember, I told you I was dating Sophie’s cousin.”

I knew where this was going. “When I heard that, I immediately hung up the phone. I said I can’t meet anyone close to make my family laugh.”

“I didn’t have to go that far!”

I didn’t care that he was five years older than me.

If he hadn’t said that, I would have had a chance to convince my mother. “He was going to marry Chloe!” I became a fool.

“Sophie said she was going to propose when she got back from Australia.”

she burst into tears. “But he found out what happened at the wedding. You should have taken my happiness as your own.

he had fun “Do you really think I’m pregnant?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. I wasn’t the you I was talking about at first, I was like a perfect girl in front of my mom and dad and I was wild and crazy behind my dad.”

If you don’t believe it, let’s go to the hospital together and take a pregnancy test.”

“Put it on now!” i have my own life

you worry “Today I lost my best friend, my boyfriend of 4 years, and now my sister.”

“What the?” I murmured.

He bit his bottom lip and looked down at his feet. “Sir?”

– I want you to be happy.

He turned to leave but I stopped him.

“Don’t leave me either, tell mom and dad.”

“You’ve chosen this path since you were fourteen.”

‘It changed when I met Gray. You know.

“I do not know you!”

He held out his hand and said. – Siara, wait.

And he left, and I ran to the door and knocked

‘Mother! Father! Evening! Please let me in.

I slammed the door with my fist

‘Not true. I’m still a virgin!’ nobody came I’m still your girl, you can’t abandon me.

I cried a lot. “Please.”

I leaned against the door and slowly slid to the floor and fell. No pregnancy test was required.

I waited for someone to open the door and let me in, but no one came. An hour had passed and I was still waiting and the neighbors were watching me as I walked down the street.

they got out of their car.

I expected them to come to me and ask for help, but they went straight into the house. Not only were they my neighbors, I was their babysitter.

I took my phone out of my bag and called my sister, but she was rejected.

As I was about to call my mother, a shiny black SUV pulled up in front of the house. A 40-year-old man got out of the car.

His bald head is medium thin and small. I think it was 5. 1. He put on his tuxedo and walked to our house. As he approached, I looked around.

He didn’t go up the stairs, he just smiled and stood up as if he was being examined, and I saw the white gloves in his hands. – Hi, I’m Maurice.

His intonation was hard to pronounce. “What can I help you with?”

“I am here to see Miss Chloe Simpson.” I looked at him carefully. – Are you a journalist? “Not”.

He replied in kind. “What do you want?”

“Mr. Sanchester sent me to fetch you.” “Tristan?”

“I think that’s his name.” “Why?”

“You came to get me because your parents kicked you out.”

I closed my eyes and hit my head against the door. My parents didn’t seem to want to let me in, so I stayed with them for a few days, trying to tell everyone the truth. I wasn’t going to sue or take a pregnancy test until I found out why…

Even if my family knew the truth, they wouldn’t take me. They knew what they were doing and it didn’t matter if Tristan was lying or not.

I got up and looked at my house. “I’m coming back.”

I whispered.