"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　WARNING:- Sexual Content and Sexism


　　It was late when I got home that day. I scurried over to the kitchen and made the quickest thing I could cook but still be good enough. After 30 minutes I was done and just in time when I heard Matteo came into the room.


　　I quickly run into the kitchen carrying his plate and drink in my hands. I set down the plate as he was sitting on the table. I grabbed a fork and gave myself a small bite of the food. I then proceeded to the part which I hate the most, kneeling beside him.


　　"Can my parents go to the wedding too?" I looked up to him and he stopped eating. My heartbeat paced. Did I do something wrong? Is it bad to ask that? But it's something so harmless.


　　"It's my wedding. I think it would be nice to at least see them there. Please, Matteo." He sighed and continued eating his dinner.


Chapter 9