The man I had been thinking about all this time was already there, waiting for me with a smile. He gently handed me the marriage certificate and carefully slipped a diamond ring on my finger. When I saw him, it felt relieving. It had been a while since I felt like this.
“I’ll drive,” he said.
“Let’s go home.”
Just as we were about to leave, Michael and Regina walked in.
Michael looked at me like I was disturbing his peace.
“Evelyn, I told you already. I won’t remarry you. Stop bothering me.”
I smiled calmly and looked straight at him.
“You misunderstood,” I said.
“I didn’t come here to bother you because of you. You’re very wrong, actually.”
I didn’t want to hear Michael’s accusations anymore.
Without a word, I lifted the marriage certificate in my hand.
“I’m here because I got married.”
