Four

Chapter 4

Fearwarning before reading, this has mature content. So be warned!

At the other side of the mansion, the groom was venting his anger and frustration at the punching bag.

Sweat dripped down his perfect body as he continued to punch the bag in anger. His biceps and triceps were contracting as his fist hit the bag with his legs moving around, releasing the stress on them.

The door of the gym room was opened, revealing a distressed man walking in long strides to the groom while holding a brown file with him.

Nathaniel didn't pause what he was doing, "Has mom found a replacement?" he asked emotionlessly.

"Yes," the man responded, "she's with the triplets," the man added.

Lucky bitch, he thought.

"Name?"

"Angelina Walters," the groom hummed in response, "And this is some information about her."

"You know your work Peter," Nathaniel said as the man called Peter bowed, handing him the document.

"Tell Trey to prepare the divorce letter," he ordered.

"Yes sir," Peter bowed his head and left.

He hasn't married yet, and he's already asking for a divorce letter, Peter thought.

Angelina, Angelina. Nathaniel hummed, moving his head quietly.

He took a spare towel and used it to wipe the sweat on his body, then sat down on a chair to read her information.

He gingerly opened the file as a picture fell; he bent and took it, revealing his wife-to-be. He was first drawn to her unique grey eyes, which looked at nothing in particular as the knee-length blue gown she wore, showing her short thick legs.

"Oh my," he groaned breathlessly, staring at the picture, feeling himself getting hard. He rubbed his stubble as he continued to stare at her boobs, seeing the lines of her bra, which cupped those big boobs.

He left the file hurriedly and went to the shower room, yet still holding the picture, and he has not had this reaction to anyone, even his ex-fiance.

He rushed in and locked the door behind him, taking out his stiff shaft as he palmed it softly to the lady's picture. He closed his eyes and imagined her naked in his front with her boobs jiggling.

"Oh my," he released a shuddered breath, cupping his balls as he moved his hand up and down furiously to have his release when he noticed his stomach squirmed as his toes curled; he screamed out her name, "Angelina," In that cue, the shower room was knocked, telling him it was time. He breathed softly, catching his breath as he came down from his high.

He took a quick shower and left the shower with the picture. He got dressed and kept the picture in his pocket for future use. He felt refreshed after the breakup and grinned before leaving with his friend.

The groom's father- Leonard, came to the room and took the bride's hand, walking her to the aisle as the triplets walked behind them.

Angelina walked carefully, not wanting to step into the extravagant dress she wore. She didn't raise her head because of the crowds and their judgmental eyes. She was nervous.

The groom stood regal at his position with his best groom standing as his shield, and he turned his face away when he saw his father bringing his fake — no, wife in. He couldn't see her face because of the veil, and he could see her angelic face. As her steps were getting closer, he felt his heart beating loudly, feeling himself getting nervous. Why?

The father-in-law left his daughter-in-law to be at the chapel and went to sit beside his smiling wife. "She's beautiful," he said in a calm voice to his wife while his wife stomped on his feet and glared at him, "Don't talk!" she scolded.

The stout minister stood up with his tie dangling from his neck and cleared his throat before collecting the mic.

The minister turned to the bride, who clutched the bouquet in her trembling hands as she walked in. "Who gives this bride to this groom in marriage?" the minister asked.

"I do," the father-in-law said, cutting the bickering between him and his wife. The minister took the bride's right hand and placed it on the groom's left hand, and retired back to his position.

"Dear beloved," the man's voice was thin, "we are gathered here, in the sight of God and in the sight of family and friends, to join together this man and woman in Holy matrimony," the man wheezed, clearing his throat again as he tugged his tie.

"Love is patient - is kind. It neither envy, boasts, nor proud. It is not rude nor self-centered, or selfish. It's not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongdoings; love doesn't delight evil but righteousness with the truth. It always protects, respects, cares, hopes, and preserves. Love never fails. And Nathaniel and Angelina come today deserving to be united in this scared relationship of love."

"Oh God, you've created us in the image of love; bless these two who stand before you. Guide them in your wisdom, and shine your light upon them. That's as they journey through this life together. They will walk as bearers of your truth. Amen," the minister prayed as the crowd chorused 'amens.'

"Do you, Nathaniel Xavier Hugh take Angelina Adenike Walters as your wedded wife? To have and hold from this day till forever, for better or worse, in sadness or health, to love and cherish till death do you part. And you promise you'll be faithful, loyal, and truthful."

"I do," the groom responded without missing a bit, and the minister turned to the bride, who looked flustered at her groom's deep, smooth voice.

"Do you, Angelina Adenike Walters, take Nathaniel Xavier Hugh as your wedded husband? To have and hold from this day till forever, for better or worse, in sadness or health, to love and cherish till death do you part. And you promise you'll be faithful, loyal, and truthful."

"I do," the bride squeaked out in a shaky voice.

Two kids —a boy and a girl walked in, bringing in the ring.

The minister collected it and gave one to the groom and the other to the bride, "the groom and bride, kindly say this vow after me?" he asked, knitting his brow.

"This ring is my sacred gift to you, a symbol of my love, a sign that from this day and always, my love will surround you," they repeated in unison after the minister.

"In the power of God, I declare both of you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,"

Nathaniel moved forward a little, opening the veil painstakingly as she closed her eyes shyly, waiting for him. He stared at the beauty in front of him because the picture didn't capture the innocent in front of him. He stared at her full plump lips, which were waiting for him. He blew air on her ear, letting her body respond to him.

She fluttered open her eyes to see what was delaying him but found his retracting figure.

He left.

He left her on the altar.

'I wasn't the one who left him at the altar, but I was the one who was left at the altar,' she thought bitterly.

She was just a replacement.

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