A Cruel Joke
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
It felt like the world had gone silent, even though people were still laughing.
My hands trembled as I stared at the man I was about to marry — the man I thought loved me, respected me, wanted this as much as I did.
Was this… a joke? A prank?
The priest looked lost. Guests exchanged looks between pity and amusement.
I could hear someone whisper behind me:
“Is he serious?”
“Did she force him to marry her?”
The words stabbed like knives.
And all I could think was, So this is what he really thinks of me.
I wasn’t a bride to him — I was a joke.
