“I wasn’t asking for it.”
The ceremony itself was surprisingly small.
Just a few close friends from Emma’s side.
A handful of my college friends.
No extravagant ballroom.
No celebrity guests.
No orchestra.
Just two people making a decision that neither fully understood.
When the ceremony ended, Emma smiled for the cameras.
But every now and then, I noticed something unusual.
She kept glancing over her shoulder.
As though she expected someone to appear.
I assumed it was wedding nerves.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The Wedding Night
Late that evening, we finally arrived home.
Neither of us spoke much during the drive.
The excitement of the day had given way to quiet exhaustion.
Emma carefully removed her wedding shoes and sat on the edge of the bed.
She looked strangely nervous.
More nervous than she’d been during the ceremony.
I asked if she was alright.
Instead of answering, she stood up, locked the bedroom door, and slowly turned toward me.
