Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband
WEDDINGS

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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Today's weather is not as bright as Yara's heart. Today is her wedding. Invitational guests are selected from the family only. They were seen entering the church and waiting for the bride to enter the church.

With her white dress stroking the floor of the church, Yara entered the church accompanied by Erland Wyanet. With special piano music for the wedding. Make everyone speechless and focus on enjoying the music of the piano that is delivered by one of the pianists who are specifically invited. The fingers played on the keys chant the musical notes of the piano as the bride begins to enter the altar of the church.

Yara's heart churned. He tried to smile, but these lips were so hard to smile. Erland continued to give strength through the gentle claps of her hands. Yara's hands clenched firmly as she looked at the figure of a middle-aged man with a plontos head and a distended stomach, complete with a thick mustache under his nose. His fat and slightly short posture was standing waiting for him in front. Next to him stood a priest with his most beautiful smile. I want to run away from that place. Yara is not ready. He took his breath back, trying to calm his heart. Yara could not destroy her parents' feelings.

"Don't be afraid of Yara. This marriage is only temporary. This marriage is only temporary. That man is just a fake husband status." Yara's words strengthened her heart.

The middle-aged man smiled when he saw that his bride was so beautiful in her white dress. His smiling face looked at Haru towards the woman who was going to be his wife.

The church chairs were decorated with flowers.

the music continued to echo carrying Yara's steps on the middle-aged man who was standing waiting for her. Yara was unable to hold back her tears. If Yara had married the man she loved she would not have been this sick. Could the old man not smile like that? His gaze made his romantic fur shudder in horror. Erland was already standing in front. The old man reached out his hand to welcome Yara's hand. Erland handed Yara's hand to the man who would become Yara's husband.

The old man had already clasped his hands and an event had begun led by the priest. Various events have also been passed. Now the long-awaited event came, the exchange of rings between the two brides.

The old man took the wedding ring pairing Yara's hand with a chant, saying,

"I Frey Miles swore before God to take Yara Wyanet to be my wife to have each other look after forever, whether hard or happy when healthy or sick and to take care of each other forever. In accordance with the law of Holy God and this is my sincere pledge."

What words Yara hated. How could the old man say that vow. It's a big lie, God must really hate the old man and send him straight to the hellfire. He should not have married at his old age. He should have enjoyed the rest of his life.

The old man continued to look at Yara who kept his head down until the oath was finished and the man put the ring on Yara's ring finger.

Then Yara took the wedding ring and put the old man's hand. He gathered the courage to speak his oath before God.

"I Yara Wyanet swore before God to take Frey Miles to be my husband to have each other look after each other forever, whether hard or happy, he said, healthy or sick time and to take care of each other forever. In accordance with the law of Holy God and this is my sincere pledge." Yara stared at the button of the man standing in front of her. He did not dare to look into the middle-aged man's eyes.

Yara was able to finish her words well even though at the beginning of the sentence she was silent from trembling.

The priest stretched out his hand to the heads of Frey and Yara to pray to the two brides. After saying a prayer and saying Amin the two brides straightened their heads. Yara was nervous, it was really a tense moment. This was an unexpected kiss. Can the priest miss this kiss?

"You can kiss your wife." The pastor smiled, making Yara tense.

Doubtfully, the man finally kissed Yara on the forehead and Yara shed her tears. The man standing in front of him was his grandfather not the husband. All the guests at the church smiled happily. Giving applause, a sign to participate in enjoying the happiness of the two brides.

Time goes on for so long. Yara was getting bored. All the wedding processions in the church have gone well. The release of birds has also been done which he said has meaning. The dove is symbolized as a symbol of love, happiness, peace, and well-being. While the release of this bird marks the departure of the bride and groom from their respective families to start a new life together.

At night, the event continues at the famous hotel in the city of A. All the invited guests came, they congratulated the bride and groom. The old man was excited, smilingly shook the hands of the guests who came to give them their blessing. While Yara forced her lips to smile. He looks stiff. Being so tired, Yara chose to leave that way and went into the hotel room.

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WHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE.

Frey Miles drives his car on the streets of the capital. He glimpsed the clock on his wrist, twelve o'clock in ten minutes. Frey smiled meaningfully. He had just gotten a call from his assistant that the wedding reception had just finished.

The beautiful girl smiled leaving the dance floor when she saw her heart coming. The curves of his body were completely sweaty.

"Hello, Honey."

Hearing the words dear, Frey clucked. "Don't call me by that word." Frey said coldly.

The woman who was smart to heart the men just chuckled. "You haven't changed." He took a drink and sipped it all at once. Frey did not answer.

"Will you accompany me tonight?" Said the beautiful girl without further ado. Not to forget he laced with a smile full of teasing. She wishes Frey would accompany her tonight.

There was no response. Frey just plays the glass in his hand.

The girl brought her face closer to Frey's. "You don't want to sleep with me." she grinned.

Frey smiled a little. "I've never been interested in a night-crazy woman like you."

"I'm not a night-time freak. You're the reason I'm here."

"For what? I never asked you to come here."

The girl clucked lazily. What is Frey selugu? Not likely? But all he knows is, Frey never dated any woman. Frey is too rigid about romance.

"Are you not interested in women? Are you gay?"

"So your mouth! I've never been as interested in a woman or a man as you say."

Hearing that, he laughed. "I've guessed it. But you're not interested in me?" He deliberately puffed out his chest, showing his protruding cleavage. She wears a dress with a V-styled neck. He smiled triumphantly at Frey with a seductive smile. Once again he deliberately opened the buttons of his shirt. Until it makes the inside overflow it wants out. The corner of his lips rose upwards while raising his eyebrows. His position is still holding his legs up. Deliberately showing the shape of her thighs are tight and well maintained behind her miniskirt that grips narrow

Frey smiled as he turned his face away and then looked at the girl named Amber. "You look like a cheap woman."

Amber didn't care, she had used to hear the scathing words from Frey. Imagining his burly body on top of it makes him able to do anything, meant to demean himself. "It's gonna be a long night for us. We will enjoy the beautiful paradise. How's the handsome sir?"

"Give your body to a man who loves you sincerely." Frey said coldly.

He immediately woke up from his seat and died Amber who growled annoyed. Frey wants to go somewhere, before he gets drunk. Frey carries his car at moderate speed while turning on the car audio to accompany his trip.

In an instant Frey had already arrived to his destination. He pulled the handbrake and chose not to get off the car. He squeezed the steering wheel of his car while ducking between his hands holding the steering wheel of the car.

Frey took a deep breath and stared for a moment at the house. Frey leaned his back against the chair, then rubbed his face gently. After a deep breath Frey finally decided to get out of his car.

BRUKK!

Frey confirmed his suit and straightened and stepped into the house. His childhood home is well-preserved. Frey steps into the kitchen and gets her a cold drink. He went back to the sofa. Frey slammed into his body, leaning back the recline of the chair. He put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. A very exhausting day. He took a deep breath and exhaled his breath again. Before long, Frey finally fell asleep on the couch.

SERIATE.....

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