Dark Twists

hirty-year-old woman. If you'd listen or rather read t

n being in love with someone, exchanging vows with that someone, loving that someone for o

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e to. I initially did not want to go, but after much pr

fun. Having been too occupied with work for months,

y was about to start. The wedding ceremon

town. Maybe they were a humble cou

t the church, but hopefully,

bother looking back to see the groom; after all, he would stan

see what message I had received. It was from my P

d the bride. I turned off my phone and looked up. I took a glance

n't help but picture the groom in my head.

My whole system shut down as I stared at the man in black tux

at Liz as I let ou

brought out the invitation card and went through it again. I didn't even

tters was his name

p my head around how the groom looked exactly like my husband, why they had the same

ked pointing a finger at him. Just then, his

his face but the next moment, it was gone. He looke

ide my chest as my eyes watered."let's g

owards Francisco in the

r to the altar but the case was different here. Just as I was about to walk past the wom

k, so damn weak that I found it hard to breathe. My husban

because if Liz hadn't forced me, then I wouldn't have found ou

I didn't even realize the name o

d to believe. I had hoped that maybe he was my husband's doppelgang

g to explain to my daughters that their father

e divorce, which I feared, didn't come. Ins

bably started a fight, but I only stood there watching from the balc

y the wedding was low-key. He did

im, but he only said that a man could take as many wives

l ty

so it was very normal to have as many wives as possible.

unfortunately, she died so suddenly. I wasn't done grieving my mothe

t that my husband had cheated and married be

own; he broke our vo