When I told my family about my decision, everything exploded into anger and disbelief that shook the entire household.
“That woman has you completely manipulated,” my aunt snapped while crossing her arms tightly.
“You are looking for a mother figure, not a wife,” my cousin added with open disgust.
“She will use you and throw you away when she gets bored,” my father said with a mix of anger and disappointment that cut deeper than the insults.
Despite everything they said, I stood firm and defended her again and again, even when the entire town labeled me as desperate, foolish, or greedy for chasing a life beyond my place.
The wedding took place at a restored countryside estate in Virginia, surrounded by white flowers, candlelight, and musicians playing soft classical music that made the night feel like something out of another world.
There were too many men in dark suits standing quietly at the edges, too many discreet earpieces, and too much security for what should have been a simple ceremony, and although I noticed every detail I chose not to question it because I was blinded by what I felt for her.