"I really can't tell, did you two have a wild night last night?"
I couldn't answer. My chest felt tight, as if knives were continuously stabbing into my heart.
Should I tell the truth? Should I say that my fiancé was entangled with another woman last night?
"Don't tease her anymore, she must be exhausted after a whole night."
Samuel suddenly spoke, putting his arm around my shoulder. He lied without batting an eye, looking natural and without any guilt towards me.
"You’re okay, right, honey?" He lowered his head and lightly kissed my cheek.
I could only numbly nod and swallow the bitterness.
I was taken to do my makeup, but for some reason, tears kept streaming down my face. The foundation that had just been applied became patchy, so it had to be removed and reapplied.
Someone nearby complained, "Why is she crying? Hurry, let her family come and comfort her."
Another voice whispered softly, "Don't say that, the bride's family is all gone. Didn't her family all die?"
I turned back to find the source of the voice, but everyone was avoiding my gaze.
I suddenly stopped crying. The bitterness in my heart was also desperately being swallowed down.
They were right, my family was all gone, long dead. But I had known since I was very young what I wanted and I had come this far. Why should I cry?
…
The wedding went smoothly.
Samuel gave me a lot of face and Wina did not reappear. We were like every newlywed couple, inseparable and sweet.
But on our wedding night, we sat on the same bed, silent and avoiding each other's eyes.
When we were in love, I naively thought he would give me a home and I would no longer be exposed to the wind and rain.
Now that I was truly his wife, he didn't even want to look at me.
This vintage wooden bed was the style I told him I liked three years ago. Three years later, everything had changed.
Samuel drank too much and leaned back on the bed.
After some thought, I walked over and helped him take off his jacket.
"Catherine, Catherine, don't leave me..." He stared blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face.
Catherine was my name, Catherine Rick.
As my fingers touched his face, he reached out and grabbed my hand. He slowly looked at me, his eyes wet, his cheeks still flushed.
The next moment, he suddenly sat up and hugged me tightly.
He pushed me against his broad chest and the woody scent from his body instantly filled my nostrils.