My Forced Marriage To A Coma Knight

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cluded temple felt like a pilgrimage. My heart, still raw from recent wounds, yearned for a quiet solace,

had been in a coma for five years, the man I was now truly going to marry. My prayer was simple, yet profound. I prayed for his healing, for his eventual peace, and for the strength to ho

ay the lingering pain of betrayal. My knees ached, my muscles burned, but I continu

with them, her face a picture of serene devotion, though her designer hiking gear seemed to mock the spiritual setting. My mother, looki

e should pray for... for clarity, after all the recent... misunderstandings." Her voice was sweet, but her eyes held a triumphant glint. "They've b

ixed on the path ahead, my lips silently for

with a familiar whine, reached me. "You look exhausted. What are

is ridiculous. For whom are you doing all this? It's just a mountain.

, then at my parents, then at Addison, who looked away. "You're worried now? After every

recisely why we're here. We are trying to make things right. Josie has been so upset, s

r, years ago, holding my hand, promising me a lifetime of protection. My little girl, m

heek. "This," I said, my voice rising, "is what matters. My commitment. My future. The man I

ut then, as if spurred by some unseen force, they began to follow, their

burning brighter than any pain. Finally, I reached the small, ancient shrine at the summit.

ert, Addison, and a pristine Josie. My mother, catching her breath

t white. He saw the

contorted in a mask of fury. "You did all this... for him? For that comatose man? Unbelievable! You're di

"El, this is madness. Why would you... why

matic. Always wanted to be the center of attention. Even now, tr

for what they'd done to me, but with