Chapter 15 The Ridicule
Eden’s Point of View
In most absolute relationships, a man, or a lover, claiming you as ‘mine’ is usually termed ‘romantic’ or ‘hot.’ I wasn’t really into romantic books or novels as an adult, but when I was a teenager, I used to be in an online group filled with fans obsessed with men being possessive and obsessive over their women.
That was where I learned the term ‘book boyfriend,’ and most delusional teenagers would even claim the most possessive book boyfriend and try to make their boyfriend be like them, or even fantasize about their book boyfriends and not find any physical man romantically good enough for them.
Those were the fun days…but in my situation, Theron claiming me as ‘mine’ wasn’t romantic or hot in any way; it was, in fact, threatening.
I never felt safe to begin with, and currently, I feel even more unsafe.
I didn’t even know how I survived sitting close to Theron for more than fifteen minutes, as I prayed to get to the reception venue.
And thank the heavens he didn’t speak to me as well.
Quickly getting my phone out of my purse, as I scrolled through my shopping cart, I was supposed to receive them today… Why is it taking so much time?
Do I need to speak to customer care or something?
About three days before the wedding, I decided to buy some self-defense items I could find online.
Pepper spray.
Tactical Keychains.
Pocket knife.
Taser.
I was even hoping to buy a gun as well, but I can’t get those online. I was supposed to receive them all yesterday, but now there is a delay in delivery.
I ground my teeth in frustration.
I felt fresh air swish around my face as soon as I got out of the car, and almost immediately, some people came to talk to Theron, allowing me to be alone for a while, and my father came towards me with a wide smile on his face.
I bet he is the happiest man in the world right now.
“I was scared for a second, I was thinking you were going to let us sink,” Father complained almost instantly. He just couldn’t wait to complain about my temporary discomposure. “I am glad that in the end you decided to make a good decision.”
“Yes, father,” I muttered, uninterested. I had a lot to worry about, rather than being worried about some irrelevant nonsense.
Just in, I see Dr. Keegan and his wife, I don’t quite remember her name again, approaching us, and Father embraced me, trying to portray himself as the father who actually gives a fuck.
“Congratulations on your wedding, my dear.” Dr. Keegan smiled, the smile reaching his eyes; he seemed so kind, and my eyes flickered to Theron’s mother.
“Thank you, Dr. Adler,” I answered, trying to be as respectful as I could be. “Don’t be so formal now, we are a family.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “You can choose to call me Keegan. Though I would prefer it if you called me Dad. I had always wanted to have a daughter.”
“Well then, thank you, Dad.” My eyes darted back to his wife, and she smiled, a fake one—I see it often when Iris spoke to me, and Father was there.
“You look absolutely stunning in this gown.” She complimented, her eyes raked me up and down with displeasure. “Such a fitting girl for Theron.”
“Thank you…” I trailed off, unsure of what she would like me to call her.
“Giselle.” She answered, and I nodded.
“Thank you, Giselle.”
“We have a lot of guests to meet tonight.” Dr. Adler said before leaving along with his wife.
“See… he likes you.” Father smiled. “I don’t think you would have any problems with this family.”
Except that the person who likes me isn’t my husband but his father, and my husband is not well in the head, what problem could I possibly have? My eyes darted around the venue of the party, searching for my husband.
I found him… he was still talking with those people, his distinctive appearance made it easy to look for him, I guess I would rather be in the company of my father than his.
Because the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t— Theron was no angel.
“Come, you have a very important guest who wants to meet you,” Father said as he dragged me along, and getting to the table, I found them, and I felt my jaw clench when the green eyes trailed up to look at me.
“I don’t believe I invited you to my wedding.” I accused, and then my eyes turned towards my father in anger. “Father, what is the meaning of this?”
“You basically didn’t invite anyone; all the guests are my friends and people from the hospital.” Father accused. “Your socially awkward ass doesn’t even have any friends.”
He shook his head before leaving.
“Relax, sis.” Evangeline chuckled as she took a nasty bite from stuffed mushrooms on her plate, quite disrespectfully, if you ask me. “I am your sister; I have to be present for your wedding.”
“A wedding you ran away from.” I corrected, before my eyes flickered to the point where her hands joined Uriel’s on the table. Yes, dare I forget, this backstabbing son of a bitch.
Shamelessly, holding their hands in front of me, as if they were flaunting their relationship.
Since they are both present here, I guess Father forgave her already, and he agreed to their relationship.
That fucking traitor. I clenched my fists.
“And you had the nerve to show up here with my Ex-Fiancé?”
“Please stop calling me that, it’s insulting.” Uriel mouthed as he picked up a stuffed mushroom with a fork, and he placed it in his mouth before feeding it to Evangeline, in a mockingly romantic way.
“Your groom is so handsome and rich.” She spoke with her mouth full; her green eyes mocked me. “Do you know if he is indeed a psychopath?”
“You can introduce yourself to him as his sister-in-law and then ask him the question, even I am curious to know.” I snapped, picking up my gown before leaving. I climbed up the steps to the designated seat for the bride and the groom and settled in anger.
My eyes were tearing up, as a familiar sense of betrayal filled my chest, seeing that bastard and my sister without even a sense of guilt for leading me on and betraying me, made me realize that I was indeed unlucky.
I was hurt, cheated on, and ridiculed.
Yet, I was still the one who got married to a psychopath, while they both have their happy endings. I grabbed the flute glass containing light coral pink colored content…Rosé, in a single gulp, I finished the content and took the other one.
And as if my nightmare wasn’t dark enough, from the corner of my eyes I saw Theron approaching me, and I felt myself stiffen.
Thankfully, he sat down before he grabbed the glass out of my hands.
“You are not in a bar, Dr. Eden.” He muttered darkly as he set it down on the table, and I folded my hands. Great! Now, I have more men to tell me what to do. “What kind of impression are you trying to make when the bride drinks herself to a stupor before the beginning of the ceremony?”