When Sarah Canon returned to the hospital, her porcine face had gone crimson and eyes were clouded with redness. She was absolutely shattered within her gloom. After I had revealed my true identity to her, I had ordered my security to bundle her out of my sight.
Right from my office I could over hear her whimpering voice as she wailed at the tops of her voice. Her weeping had become so noisy that soon onlookers gathered to know what could be the problem. But my security did her a favor by pushing her into the Rolls Royce and drove away to a destination far from the Saint Don Group.
Outside the hospital Sarah tucked away to a corner and wailed to her utmost satisfaction. The vanity of this world flashed in her eyes that she wasn’t sure of our so-called marriage holding anymore. At the time she couldn’t guess if I would still forgive her and walk her down the aisle.
While she was wailing outside the hospital, she never knew paparazzi, who knew she had been with me, trailed her down to the hospital and hung around as they took photos of her while in tears. She had cursed them and was forced to go into the hospital to see her father.
As she heaved on the door to the ward, she was nagged by the thought of what she was going to tell her father over our marriage and which she wasn’t too sure of any more. She wasn’t just good at telling lies but this time around, she was going to tell some lies just to convince her father all was well with her.
The heavy, whooping cough of her father welcomed her the moment she advanced into the ward. At this time she could tell that his cough had deteriorated, and obviously Greg Canon wasn’t responding to treatment.
She struggled to mumble, “Father you don’t seem too strong,” she clenched her palms to his warm palms. He was running temperature. “You are hot,” she sniffed and argued within herself if he was going to ask her anything about me. If there was nothing Greg Canon would query her for, at least for our impending wedding; the long awaited wedding which had earned her my diamond ring; another that seemed like it; the one trillion dollars for the settlement of their debts with the ministry.
Once Greg tilted his neck to her side and winked briefly, he could see this smear of reserved sorrow that decked her face and he could tell all was not well with her, “About the one trillion dollars?” he sounded in an emphatic tone.
Sarah sighed lowered her gaze and hastily fondled with her hands as she wondered what reply she was going to give concerning the one trillion dollars. She still had the credit card at the time and only waited for our wedding to be over so she could cash it and pay the ministry. “Dad, th…the…” she stuttered, “The credit card is still with me. I…um…I” She stuttered, feeling weary and too scared to mention our wedding, “Father just be rest assured I will cash it in due time and the ministry would be paid…” she tried to say at a breath.
With a light chuckle, Greg interrupted her, before she added “Father you just have to forgot about me, okay, what matters most now is your health and well being. I just want to see you bounce back on your feet again. The ailment is taking too long than necessary.”
“Sarah!” he called and interrupted her and then caught her teary face with his warm palms, “What matters most is not my health.” He let a deep chuckling which was obviously from a mettlesome heart, but regrettably was engulfed by a cough before he cleared his throat to add, “What matters most is not even the one trillion dollars , which marks an end to our bankruptcy.” He tossed his head in the negative , “What matters most right now is your wedding with the world richest man because I know it will create a stronger everlasting union amongst us. I can’t wait to have him as my son-in-law…”
Upon mentioning that Sarah lowered her gaze in shame, blinked repeatedly and snorted in uncertainty. She wasn’t sure about that anymore and she couldn’t foster the effrontery to tell the father that she had already fallen short of my favor and she wasn’t too sure of being called my wife anymore.
Gently she stroked on the diamond engagement ring and imagined herself standing next to me at the registry right now. Calling off the wedding was going to be the worse dilemma of her life. What would she tell friends, associates , family and onlookers that already had wet ears about our wedding.
Greg queried harshly, “Daughter, so when is he coming to pay the dowry and when exactly did you fix the wedding? I can’t wait to welcome the world richest man as my son-in-law. It will be a great privilege.” He added and let a contagious twinkle. “Who wouldn’t be happy, anyways?”
Sarah , who was lost in her gloom and uncertainty. She forced a smile on her face and smacked her lips severally as she searched for what to say, “um, father, my husband I mean Mike Don will come soon to pay it.” She had to quit calling me husband since she was already suspicious of a break-up after my true identity was made known to her.
Right now all she did to me on that very day recalled in her head and she would never forgive herself. Everything replayed now; how she called me poverty-stricken and reminded me of embarrassing her before her friend’s with my unkempt, ragged stinking looks; how she had told me to go to the road side, stand and beg.”
“Excuse me father,” she intoned, tucked away in the toilet and broke down in tears over her fate and what might be my decision now.
Sarah was only weeping about the uncertain wedding but didn’t know the storm of vengeance that was about to befall her.
While she was down in tears in the toilet her phone beeped and it was a message from me, which said; wedding called off.