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Adam's point of view

"Adam, where in the world have you gone? Your father has requested that I locate you. Have you forgotten about your wedding?" The call from my cousin came in several times, and I couldn't tell him what was going on because I was watching the baseball game on the day of my wedding.

"I didn't forget, and I'm on my way right now." In my lie, I was shocked when my cousin called me a "fucking liar! I just happened to catch you on television, moron! I noticed you there in the stadium, watching the game with the rest of the fans. Make haste, or your father may discover your whereabouts." My cousin screamed at me and then hung up the phone. I didn't even have time to explain myself or come up with an alternate explanation.

My best friend was sitting right next to me. "We have to get going now," I said as I rubbed my face. " I'm afraid my father will kill me if we don't get there on time."

I had already put on my team shirt and was rooting for them. It was the season finale, and it was my favorite team on the other side of the field. Inconveniently, I missed the final few minutes of the game, which I found disappointing.

"All right, let's put on our suits in the car." It was suggested by a friend.

"Do you think we'll have enough time to change our clothes somewhere else?" I asked, shrugging and rolling my eyes. Of course, we'll be changing our clothes in the car on the way home. "Let's get this party started."

I shoved my friend in front of me, and we were on our way to the car when we decided to jump in it. But when it came time to unlock the car, it wouldn't start; I asked my friend, "What's going on?"

"I think I forgot to put some fuel in," he confessed with an awkward smile.

"How did you do that?" I groaned and smacked him on the back of the head.

He shrugged and said, "Well, we were in a hurry because the game was about to start." He was correct; we had arrived late, and we couldn't afford to lose any time in the match.

I rubbed my face and said, "All right, let's get a taxi."

We walked up to a taxi driver with our clothes in our hands and told him to stop. We jumped into the backseat, pleading with the driver to hurry up. " It is the day of my wedding." It was then that I informed the taxi driver, who looked perplexed, especially when he noticed that I was wearing the team shirt: "you went to the stadium on your wedding day?" he exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

"Yes," I confirmed with a nod. So, please, don't delay. "I'm afraid my father will kill me."

"Your father should kill you," the taxi driver sarcastically observed, "but the fact that you went to the match on your wedding day indicates that you don't love the bride."

I immediately responded, "Actually, I really like her best friend," I said.

The taxi driver came close to stopping the car in the middle of the road. Rather than being nosy, I would describe him as curious and wise: "Don't marry her, son," he advised. " Don't let her and your lives be ruined. We only have one life."

"I'm sorry, but I can't," I explained while wearing my suit over my clothes. My father has expressed an interest in me marrying her. I tried several times to refuse, especially because Diana is a childhood friend of mine. I consider her to be a younger sister. I don't want to be the one to break her heart. Diana adores me tremendously, but I also love her best friend Sarah, and Sarah adores me as well."

"Oh, that's terrible and self-centered of you. So, why don't you have feelings for your childhood friend? You've been told she likes you!" The taxi driver may have asked me this question out of confusion, or he may have been offering me advice aloud.

I pondered it for a long time and even attempted to love her, but I only saw her as a sister in my mind's eye. I nearly caused my father's death by refusing to marry Diana, and he almost died as a result of it.

And it was a major battle at the time, to say the least.

And it was a major battle at the time, to say the least. flashback

"Dad!" I exclaimed about a month ago. " As a college student entering my final year, I want to devote my time and energy to my studies. Not to mention the fact that I am unable to marry Diana because she is like my little sister, and I am in love with another girl." When my father informed me that I would be marrying my childhood friend Diana, I erupted in rage and yelled hysterically at him. It was a completely insane concept.

Suddenly, my father exclaimed, "another girl? What is her name, and when did you first meet her? Despite the fact that you've been dating for years, none of your relationships have been serious, and I am confident that this girl is no exception. Let me tell you something, son: I've already gone to Diana's parents with your mother and informed them that you want to marry her." My father smacked me in the face with the bomb.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, dropping my jaw in surprise. " But I thought you were just telling me about a thought you had in your head! What did you think when you did this to me? You've made a terrible mistake, and Diana's heart will be broken as a result! Because I have no intention of marrying her at any point in the future." I explained my situation to my father, who didn't appear to be paying attention to what I was saying.

"I said my parting words, and that was the end of the discussion; you and Diana will be married in one month from now." My father said it with authority as if it were an order!

"It's my fucking life, you know! If you like her, then you should consider marrying her. I'm not head over heels in love with Diana. I'm in love with another girl." My parents' thoughts leave me half-stunned and insanely surprised. Diana was my sister as well as my best friend, and I adored her. I would never marry someone like her.

The first time I met her new best friend Sarah, it was five months ago, and they were both laughing and eating in the cafeteria of their college, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I had promised Diana that day that I would take her for a ride in my new car, but once my gaze locked on Diana's new friend, I couldn't look away. I haven't seen another girl since. Sarah and I were head over heels in love from the moment we met. When I was younger, I dreamed of marrying a blonde girl like models, and Sarah was like the sun with her wide blue eyes and thick lashes, as well as her long wavy blond hair that reached the middle of her back, her long slender legs, and her tiny waist. It took me by surprise when I discovered that Sarah was also a well-known model. She looked like the sun, and I was even more surprised when I discovered that Sarah was a well-known model. Sarah was simply the girl of my dreams, and we began dating shortly after. I didn't tell Diana about my feelings for her or my relationship with Sarah because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I was aware that Diana was head over heels in love with me because she confided in me about her feelings years ago while she was under the influence of alcohol. But she hasn't said anything since then, and I was relieved that she didn't because I didn't consider her to be a girl in my eyes. Seriously, Diana was more like a close best friend for the rest of my life; she knew all of my secrets, as well as what I liked and disliked, and I knew everything about her, down to the smallest detail.

As a result, there was no chance for Diana to marry me. The thought of fighting and arguing with my parents almost caused me to break down and say, "I will never marry Diana, is that clear? Now, both of you must work together to resolve this problem."

My father raised his hand to slap my face, but he was knocked to the ground and began to struggle for breath. "If you didn't marry her, then leave the house and forget about us," he said, placing his hand on his heart and exhaling rapidly.

He had a heart attack that day, and unfortunately, we had to call for an ambulance, and we had to get to the hospital quickly... He stayed there for a total of two weeks. And since then, and after hearing what the doctors had to say about his condition, I've decided that I shouldn't tell him any bad news and should avoid making him angry or he'll die, so I've decided to marry Diana.

When my father returned to the house, I decided to try again, this time more calmly, saying, "father, welcome back to your home." It worked.

"Thank you, son." " Dad, do you love me?" "Thank you, son," I inquired of him as I assisted him in his bed resting position.

"I love you more than my life, son," my father said as he cupped my cheeks in his hands.

I smiled and said, in hushed tones, "Then please allow me to make the decision for myself. I'd like to be content. Diana is not a favorite of mine."

And my father began taking deep breaths in and out as if he were about to die again, and no, he wasn't faking it. He was genuinely interested in me marrying Diana, and I didn't have a second chance.

"All right, all right. Relax and take a deep breath. I'm going to marry her." I told my father, I said.

And my mother is neatly clapping her hands in excitement, saying, "that's wonderful news, and I'll get started on preparing for everything. All that is required of you is to get ready and marry her after one week has passed. All that is required of you is a simple affirmative response."

In the interlude, I mumbled, "I will only say yes." Due to the fact that I will never touch her again and will divorce her after a few months.

The flashback has come to an end.

I sighed and said, "I have no choice but to marry her, but I will divorce her later." Before getting out of the taxi, I muttered something.

In addition, the taxi driver gave me some advice before I got out of the car and while I was paying the fare: "I want to give you one piece of advice: you can replace a woman you love, but you can't replace your best friend." "Keep in mind what I said."

"Thank you very much." I hurriedly walked to the house, a sliver of a smile on my face. I was a tad late, to say the least. I was at a loss for what to tell my parents, or even Diana, about my situation.

I was frozen to my steps when I noticed Diana coming my way and Sarah standing next to her, both looking at me as if I was to blame.

How could I possibly get married to Diana while the one I love is standing there watching? I informed Sarah of my plans because I knew it would be a difficult mission. Fortunately, Sarah agreed, but only on a few conditions, which I readily accepted without hesitation.