Ajifa

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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''Shit! I'm late again!'' I exclaimed.

I pulled up to my hair in a high ponytail, then sprayed some light vanilla perfume all over my royal-blue velvet dress and paced myself outside. I'm going to be late to my boyfriend's sister's wedding shower.

This is the third time that I've been late to my boyfriend, Aidan's dates. And I can't help myself but I tend to procrastinate before going to the date. Aidan and I have been together for two and a half years.

We met in college and eventually started dating each other.

At first, the honeymoon phase was exciting. Not going to lie. It was pure and gentle and I knew that Aidan was the one for me.

But, after I got fired from an agency company due to the lack of attendance he became so vile. He never looks me in the eye at times and shakes his head in disappointment.

And sometimes I feel like he doesn't even love me.

''Shit, Shit, '' I said walking slowly on the stairs of the building and try to not make a huge appearance to the main courtyard. There, Aidan was surrounded by his family and friends laughing and drinking at the same time.

I then grabbed a small glass of wine and begin to sip before he gets rowdy on me.

''Catalina! You're here!'' said Amanda, Aidan's sister. She looks just like Aidan except for the eyes, her eyes are ocean-blue.

''Yeah, I made it!" I said nervously.

''You alright, you seem nervous.''

''Oh no, I just am a bit tired you know.''

''I feel you I always get one of those days----''

''--Catalina?!'' Aidan exclaimed from a mile away.

I gulped with sorrow as Amanda excuse her self to the other side of the venue. He paced to me with irritation on his face wondering why the hell I'm late.

''Where have you been?'' He said in a dark tone.

''I---I woke up late and---''

''—Catalina, you've been super late over the past weeks what's wrong with you?''

''Because I--I just haven't been okay with myself---''

''---Okay with yourself? it's that even an excuse?''

''----Can you please lower your voice...---'''

''--No! I'm not gonna lower my voice alright! You see, that's the problem with you. You can't be showing up late to events like this and expect me to be okay with it. Look you lost your job because you are too lazy and effortless-"

''--You're overreacting--''

''--How am I overreacting when you do this: over and over again.''

''-----I'm sorry it's just lately I've been depressed because of the job and I've been hopeless not knowing what to do---''

''--I can't do this--''

''--Do what?--'''

''--With you, I just can't do it anymore.''

''----You're seriously breaking up with me, this is absurd! I did nothing wrong, I know I continue to be late but you know I don't have a car, or don't have enough money to book a taxi---''

''----Catalina? Aidan? What's wrong?'' said Amanda.

''---Nothing Catalina was about to leave, she isn't feeling so well. Right?'' Aidan replied with a lie releasing a small evil smirk.

''Right, it was nice to see you, goodbye Amanda.'' I turned my body around and walked out to the venue. I walked from the venue all the way down to Melrose street and went inside the train station.

About fifteen minutes later, I came to my small apartment and slam the door behind me. I was pacing back and forth trying to cool myself off from what happened earlier. It was just so damn stupid!

Aidan is a dick for even breaking up with me for something that is unnecessary. He could've just gave me some options like: how about next time you call me? or let me help you out so you can get back on your feet. Never.

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