With a tender smile, they clasped hands, their fingers intertwining in a silent vow of love and solidarity as they turned towards the waiting priest.In that sacred space, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the tender embrace of family, Aaron and Elena stood united, ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime together. And as they faced the priest, their hearts beating as one, they knew that they were ready to embrace whatever the future held.The priest, clad in the traditional robes of his office, stood before the couple with a serene dignity that seemed to command the very essence of the sacred space. His presence was a testament to the solemnity of the occasion. "Dearly beloved," the priest began, his voice resonating with a gentle authority that filled the air with reverence, "We are gathered here today in the presence of the Almighty, surrounded by the love and support of family and friends, to witness and celebrate the union of two souls, Aaron and Elena, in the holy

"If I give you a gift today, the chances of getting a badass gift on my birthday increase" she winks at me.Anastasia opens the back door she was leaning against and digs through her backpack. She takes a small gold box from her bag and hands it to me, then closes the car door.I open it carefully so as not to damage the pretty wrapping. I find a beautiful dark leather anklet with a silver pendant. The equipment is simple and meets the little girl inside me."Ana, thank you!" I hug her tight and give her a kiss on the cheek. The wind rattles our clothes once again as we walk away.After the hug, I look towards Aaron and see that, like me, he is watching me. I blow him an air kiss and get a sideways smile in response.Aaron is beautifully young.Sometimes I forget he's young, because he's always controlling and rarely really relaxes. But now, dressed in dark jeans and wearing aviator sunglasses while smirking, he looks like the perfect bad boy."Wedding days and you are still drooling

"I was thinking of a way to live like this. Forever" he murmurs. "No responsibilities, no schedules...""Just the two of us living the best life" I caress her warm skin with my hands. The well-defined chest, the strong arms. I run through your torso with affection and love; I want him to feel even better in my arms."Can we live like this?" Aaron asks.Well, there's no denying that it would be an enviable life. He would be a billionaire and his wife would spend a lot of money on the frivolities of a rich life."My priority is to be with you. Here, in Malibu, on the other side of the world. I just want to live the best life possible with you"**What destiny holds for us is a constant unknown. We make plans, but who knows if that shit will get done? We just hope the future isn't a bad bitch. And, well, he's been kind to me, at least for the last four days.We spent the week traveling and returned on Friday afternoon. We went to Los Angeles, where I met some of Aaron's family. Mia, a de

A labeu can mean many things. In someone's life, for example, it can mean the complete devastation of dignity. And when you enter a police station, approach a counter and tell a kind girl that you want to file a complaint, you can say that this word is the perfect definition. Because it's not about a stupid guy making a woman a victim, it's about how people look at this woman.Poor thing. Poor thing. Worthy of pity.People judge women who are already humiliated, making them believe that the humiliation is vehement.I didn't think it would be easy but, damn, did it have to be so hard? Despite having Anastasia by my side, the syringe going into my skin to draw my blood hurt a lot. It wasn't a physical pain, but a sentimental one. I was just there, taking that exam and asking for police help because my husband didn't believe me.Just like thousands of women before me, I gave my body a few medical checkups. They are carried out at the police station as this type of thing, unfortunately, h

Elena's POVAll the paths we walked didn't teach us how to walk. And I get proof of this when I leave Aaron's office and he just lets me go. Not because it's melodramatic or anything like that, but I leave because I understand that there's nothing more that can be done.I walk aimlessly at first, but when I notice that Andrea is watching me, I give her a weak smile and head for the bathroom. I do not have the emotional conditions to put on a businesswoman's hat and enter a meeting room.I close and lock the door behind me after entering the room too big for a bathroom. But no one would be able to expect anything less from GEH.I lean against the door and sigh. I try to control my breathing compromised by anxiety, but the attempt is in vain.I run my hands through my hair and throw some strands to the side, which makes my look more casual. The colorless gloss on the lips offsets the exaggeration of red in the clothes, creating a confident but still reserved woman.I leave the bathroom