this mysterious husband of mine since I arrived this hous

ed for man

f he w

e treats

he was a

hatever he was. This was a marriage my parent

I was not looking too good. I got my makeup kit and started by applying my foundation. Just a l

rofessional when it came to makeup, but I could

dressed up for someone who I don't e

thing I was holding on the desk a

band of mine waiting. I didn't know his p

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I was dreaming or not seeing clearly. I

e, ugly man. But now, I was wrong. He was the most hand

e not fit for him.

ound him-seated at the far end of the long table, back straight, le

ath hi

...OH

d me he'd lo

eous, if that can be

, as if the sun had kissed him just enough to make a girl wonder where he'd been-and who he'd been with. His jawline was sharp, dusted with the

he room, I could feel their pull. I have felt such pull before and hit lost i

environment suddenly

supposed to b

s hus

at seat. Not next to

hat it would be like to be the real bride-to

ind of man girls dreamed about and mot

oked familiar, like someone I had met in the

g bride walking str

ling over him, I didn't

ll yoursel

ood and brought hi

usiness thing? What'

aid, responding

" He qu

posed to be Aria. Now I've giv

st feeling homesick and I was on a

but I just hope he believe

at me suspiciously as though he kne

ing nothing.The silence between us stretc

what to say

affairs of this house or anything, ask

Bruno. Interesting! That

nce and awkwardness would continue b

uld be all" He s

es it was a library. There were books

ice unlike how I had pictured everything. I didn'

hat was not my immediate

d me after the wedding. People t

ew family. He, Dar

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own. I was thinking about my family

et rid of the mood b

the marriage issue came up, I was learning web development. It was

4-months into it before all th

d treat my employees like my family and not t

was a good start towa

it on my lap. I tried focusing on what I w

ee if that will help. I went to the

it was a small MP3. I made to pick it out but it fell o

so

fr

as painful

ormed by me and was sang to me

and still loves

mming it under my breath at quiet nights. I never recorde

my scattered lyrics into a full song and

ears streamed down my face. O

ix years ago whe