one hundred and sixty

Elijah’s POV

I could feel the weight of the moment heavy on my shoulders as I stood before the mirror, straightening my tie in preparation for a day that should have been filled with joy and anticipation. Today was my wedding day, a day that should have been a celebration of love and union, but instead, it felt like a somber duty I had to fulfill.

The reflection in the mirror seemed to mock my lack of excitement, highlighting the stark contrast between the image of a groom and the turmoil brewing within me. I had envisioned my wedding as a joyous occasion, a moment where I would marry the woman of my dreams Vanessa to be precise with a heart full of love and hope. But reality had dealt me a different hand, one where responsibility overshadowed desire.

Jenny, the woman I was about to marry, carried my child, a fact that loomed over the ceremony like a shadow. The knowledge that our union was born out of obligation rather than love gnawed at my soul, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.